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Who am I, where am I, and why am I covered in blood?
There's a bag on the floor; it contains dismembered body parts.
How awful! Who'd do such a thing?
I feel dizzy; clearly, I don't handle gore very well.
There's a phone ringing.
"Is the job done, Vince?"
"What job?"
"Wait, who the hell's this?"
Quickly, I hang up the phone.
Strange call.
My shoe caught on a bloody pair of pants.
There's a wallet inside; let's have a look.
These pants belong to a 'Vincent Calini'.
Looks like 'Vince' didn't get the job done, after all.

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