Peter

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"Sam?" you call, slowly creeping through the eerie abandoned warehouse. "James?"

You continue walking, the small flame in your hand your only source of light as you scan the area, still alone after somehow being separated. "Peter?"

You suddenly stop, chuckling to yourself, "I don't even know a Peter."

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