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"Hans Richter, you are dead meat'"
'Oh crap, I forgot about this!'
A polished blade was standing right beside his neck making it bleed slightly.
Hans watched the man who was threatening his life, and started sweating.
"H-hey, shouldn't we talk about it"
"Silence!"
Interrupted the other.
As the man tried his best not to slice Hans' neck right on the spot, his angered face could be seen even amongst the shadows.
"Are you aware of what you have done wrong"
He asked in an imposing manner.
"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't really want to-"
"I asked! If you are aware of what you've done wrong"
"I-i am"
The man in the shadows sighed.
"Five weeks.
a month and four days, three hours and twenty seven minutes.
That is the time you have been away for.