The absence of light that we know as darkness extends across the golden beach, coating it with a sheet of shadow, many of the now pitch black figures now possess torches, casting beams of light across the cold sand, two individuals who neglected to bring torches stumbled across the gold plains towards their homes, not knowing what lay just in front of them, walked directly into each other the young lady of the pair fell directly on her (quite sizable) ass, whereas the man fell and hit his head on a small rock, bearing a large cut across the back of his head and creating a small cracking sound, the two both stood and apologized to one another before walking towards their houses yet again. The man remembered the cut he recently aquired and felt to see the damage, upon touching the wound, he sent a spike of pain searing into his skull and neck, he immediately shot his hand away from the cut, feeling a strange sensation on his hand, he gingerly touched his thumb against his forefinger and felt a thick liquid covering it, "blood" he muttered to himself. After he had bathed in the light of his kitchen, he noticed something in the reflection of his window, he had become unusually pale, he proceeded into his bathroom only to find that he'd been blessed with red hair, "no wait.... That's not my hair, that's blood..." He peered closer and saw that the cut was around an inch long, and had coated the back of his head and neck in blood, not to mention soaking his shirt, horrified, he stumbled back and nearly fell into his bathtub, but reflexively grabbed the shower curtain. He hoisted himself up from the tub and regained a grip on reality, he pulled off his shirt and threw it in his washing basket, revealing his smooth toned abs and hard pecks, he wet a sponge and began to clean his head and neck, he then grabbed a large absorbant pad and some bandages and wrapped them around his head, "it's gonna be a long night" he said finally.

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