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"How is the plan advancing?"
Somewhere in a warehouse, a man wearing a trench coat was looking down at his body as he heard a woman speaking.
The woman was wearing a featureless black mask with the number 10 engraved on it.
"I am reaching my limit. My body cannot take the load anymore. I will die soon."
The man answered calmly as he opened his coat, showing off his body.
The stench of rotten flesh and wiggling maggots spread through the air as the horrifying body of the man beneath the coat came into vision.
His flesh was mangled beyond recognition. At first glance, it looked like it would repair itself but then it would simply collapse and worsen ever so slightly.
The man inserted a finger in his chest and scrapped the flesh away while the maggots continued to wiggle in said discarded piece of flesh.
"I already lost all sensations below my neck. My body responses have slowed considerably."
"How much?"
