Name: Jake Kirby

Sex: Male

Nationality: American

Age: 23 years

Species: Human

Name:;̵̢̺̩̯̹̪̪͌̇;̵̧̨̞͍̹̟̪͈̣̗͇̓̍̒̿ͅ'̶͈̲̄̑͛̐͆̒̈́̉̽̂͋́͊ͅ;̷̨̛͚̙͕̙̾̋̀̀̅̉̂̈́̓͂̇̕͘;̷͇̌̊̅̀̋͗̅͆́̊̂́͒̋͝'̷̢̤͚̙̣̳͓͙̘̟̦̣̽̆̍̓̾̒̆̋̉͑̑̀̕͝;̶̢̢̢̧̻̮̹̯̱̝͓͌̾̌͂̈̀͂͒̇͘̕ͅ'̷̧̣͙̗̟͍͙͉̮̰̙̑̉̑͊̈́̆͛́̀̑̔̅́l̸̡̧̛͖̣̤̥͓̮͓̩͌̂̌̌̆̆̆̍͘̚͠;̸̞͉͇̲̗͖̠̙̒̈͂͗̉̃̉̾̋̚̚͜͝͠͝'̴̟͍̺͎̙͔͙̘̌̒̔́̎̽

Sex:;̵̢̺̩̯̹̪̪͌̇;̵̧̨̞͍̹̟̪͈̣̗͇̓̍̒̿ͅ'̶͈̲̄̑͛̐͆̒̈́̉̽̂͋́͊ͅ;̷̨̛͚̙͕̙̾̋̀̀̅̉̂̈́̓͂̇̕͘;̷͇̌̊̅̀̋͗̅͆́̊̂́͒̋͝'̷̢̤͚̙̣̳͓͙̘̟̦̣̽̆̍̓̾̒̆̋̉͑̑̀̕͝;̶̢̢̢̧̻̮̹̯̱̝͓͌̾̌͂̈̀͂͒̇͘̕ͅ'̷̧̣͙̗̟͍͙͉̮̰̙̑̉̑͊̈́̆͛́̀̑̔̅́l̸̡̧̛͖̣̤̥͓̮͓̩͌̂̌̌̆̆̆̍͘̚͠;̸̞͉͇̲̗͖̠̙̒̈͂͗̉̃̉̾̋̚̚͜͝͠͝'̴̟͍̺͎̙͔͙̘̌̒̔́̎̽

Nationality:;̵̢̺̩̯̹̪̪͌̇;̵̧̨̞͍̹̟̪͈̣̗͇̓̍̒̿ͅ'̶͈̲̄̑͛̐͆̒̈́̉̽̂͋́͊ͅ;̷̨̛͚̙͕̙̾̋̀̀̅̉̂̈́̓͂̇̕͘;̷͇̌̊̅̀̋͗̅͆́̊̂́͒̋͝'̷̢̤͚̙̣̳͓͙̘̟̦̣̽̆̍̓̾̒̆̋̉͑̑̀̕͝;̶̢̢̢̧̻̮̹̯̱̝͓͌̾̌͂̈̀͂͒̇͘̕ͅ'̷̧̣͙̗̟͍͙͉̮̰̙̑̉̑͊̈́̆͛́̀̑̔̅́l̸̡̧̛͖̣̤̥͓̮͓̩͌̂̌̌̆̆̆̍͘̚͠;̸̞͉͇̲̗͖̠̙̒̈͂͗̉̃̉̾̋̚̚͜͝͠͝'̴̟͍̺͎̙͔͙̘̌̒̔́̎̽

Age:;̵̢̺̩̯̹̪̪͌̇;̵̧̨̞͍̹̟̪͈̣̗͇̓̍̒̿ͅ'̶͈̲̄̑͛̐͆̒̈́̉̽̂͋́͊ͅ;̷̨̛͚̙͕̙̾̋̀̀̅̉̂̈́̓͂̇̕͘;̷͇̌̊̅̀̋͗̅͆́̊̂́͒̋͝'̷̢̤͚̙̣̳͓͙̘̟̦̣̽̆̍̓̾̒̆̋̉͑̑̀̕͝;̶̢̢̢̧̻̮̹̯̱̝͓͌̾̌͂̈̀͂͒̇͘̕ͅ'̷̧̣͙̗̟͍͙͉̮̰̙̑̉̑͊̈́̆͛́̀̑̔̅́l̸̡̧̛͖̣̤̥͓̮͓̩͌̂̌̌̆̆̆̍͘̚͠;̸̞͉͇̲̗͖̠̙̒̈͂͗̉̃̉̾̋̚̚͜͝͠͝'̴̟͍̺͎̙͔͙̘̌̒̔́̎̽

Species:;̵̢̺̩̯̹̪̪͌̇;̵̧̨̞͍̹̟̪͈̣̗͇̓̍̒̿ͅ'̶͈̲̄̑͛̐͆̒̈́̉̽̂͋́͊ͅ;̷̨̛͚̙͕̙̾̋̀̀̅̉̂̈́̓͂̇̕͘;̷͇̌̊̅̀̋͗̅͆́̊̂́͒̋͝'̷̢̤͚̙̣̳͓͙̘̟̦̣̽̆̍̓̾̒̆̋̉͑̑̀̕͝;̶̢̢̢̧̻̮̹̯̱̝͓͌̾̌͂̈̀͂͒̇͘̕ͅ'̷̧̣͙̗̟͍͙͉̮̰̙̑̉̑͊̈́̆͛́̀̑̔̅́l̸̡̧̛͖̣̤̥͓̮͓̩͌̂̌̌̆̆̆̍͘̚͠;̸̞͉͇̲̗͖̠̙̒̈͂͗̉̃̉̾̋̚̚͜͝͠͝'̴̟͍̺͎̙͔͙̘̌̒̔́̎̽

Date: June 30th, 20.̷̢̣̖̮̪͍̆.̷̧͕̺̜̯̹̙̠̥͙̖̓͐̈́͂̎̀͊̀͛̍̆͝͝.̶͖̞͔̫̫̹̩͍̇̔̏̕.̷̛͙̪̖̝̿̓̿̿͌̓̉ͅ.̸̨̗͎̝̜̽͐̔͌͊̄͠.̸̙̺̅̾͂̊̀̊̿̕.̴̢̘̙̞̝̥͉̞̺̮̙̃͝.̶̙̩̙̝̺͙̆̈̂̀́̾́̀͘͝.̴̧̣̤͈̐̐̉̿.̴̧̣̰͚̼͎̦̙̬̭̱͈͖̱̈̓̇̈́̈͜.̷̛͙͎̬͖̥͓̮̙̥̿̎̑͂͐͌͂̆̉̉̚͝͝͝.̷̢̼͕͈͉̫̱̘̳͓̤̲̃̏̉̕͜.̵̤̘̏͋͒̀̑̔̈̓͒̿̀̇̕.̴̨̛͓̳̭̥̩̺͕̝̪̻̄̇̌̈̈́͝.̸̙̓̑̿.̸̪͕̗͙͓̺̞̩̻̭̿̏̒̈́̏̅͛.̶̧̧̧̤̭͙̫̬̗̼̀̉̋̈̂̑̒̅̽͛͝.̴̨͔͖̰̜̗͓̩̿́̓̌̎̆̆̾̕.̵̛̛̪̘̪͇͎̦̗̞̥̙̯̺̣͆̓̾̐̍͆͗̽͋̎͜.̵̦͂̓̋̇͂͘͘͘͝.̷̲̣̯̙̉̽̌̀̒̔̂͠.̷̢͚̙͖̹̭̫̻̼̥͈̉.̷̲̞̤̀̄.̵̯̲̭̝̟̏̇͂̈́́.̷̧̭̥̬̬̑́̍̽̉.̸̨͍̼͍̘̼͆̀̾̂̅̀̑.̷̛̮̹̼̒.̶̡̬̩̘͈͕͎̖͕͓̝͈̜̱̥̓̏͛͂̇.̴̢̼̮̙̂̃́̌̽̎͆̆.̵̢̻̭̘̳̭̤͚̟̫̺͈͋̈́̽̐̓̎̍̉͌̔ͅ.̴̧̠̭͈̙̤̞̯̙̪̲̈́̊͜

 ̷̦̆̿̈͛̄͒̔͛͆̾̍̀̕أ̶̡̩̲̠̯̪͉̩̉̽̔͋̏̏̈̚ح̸̯̫͎̙̣̹̲͚̳̣̬͎̲̩̿̈́̉̓͝م̷̧͕̫̫̼͔̎͌̒̇̓̀̑͋͌̇̑̃͘ق̷̢̥͈̥̹̖͇͔̙̹͓̘̲̯̽̔̊̂̈̏̎ه̷̡̡̢̡͖̤͕̹̰̭͉̘͖̄̒̿͋͜ا̵̨̛̙̗͉̹͎̳͂́̇͑̿͆̓̉́͂̀̐͜͜ͅه̴͕̲̓́̊͐̕ا̸̪̈́̆̎͋̄̂͑̎̀͐͊̽̾̕͘ ̴̧̛̛̯̥͖̰̐̄̔͂͑̑̍͘͝أ̷̜͎̝̬͓̗͕̙̦̬̰̻̮̹̈́̔̀̂͋̎̈́̈͝ح̶̨̠̣̱̞̤̰̅͆̈́̅́̈̒͒̃̈́̎̚̕̚م̷̡̢̣͖͇̜̖̙̲͙͈͎̦͍̰̆ق̷̝͚̟͒͗̄̎̃̔̂̋̑̿͆̓͘͝ه̷̡̣̎̓̓̄̿́̅̈́̑̀̂̌͆ا̶̢̯̘̗̰̊͌͂̔̿͘ه̴̢̧̝̮͙̮͕̳̮͆̈́̋̈͆̌ͅا̶̢̧͓̙͎̣̑̏̍̅͗͆̒̕͜ ̵̰̩̮̝̙̙͕͚́́̽̔̔͑͋̈́́͊͑̚أ̴͈̺̳̀̔̈̐̾́̄̐̈́́̚͠͝͝ح̷̧̦̳̘͈͓̖̊̓͂̎̎͘̕͠م̶̧͕̭̱̜̮͍̤̰̠͕̹͇̳̝̈́̀̌͋͊́̌́̈̄̇͘͝͠ق̶̢͓̩̦̤͉̣̳͚̦̰̣̫̪̀̑̉̿͑͘͝͝͠ͅه̶͔̫̼͍͚͔͙͈̦̖̘͉̮̏̎̒̋̉̀̓̑̂̌̒̂͝ͅا̶̡͕̗̼̪͈͖͍͖̰͓̑͒̊̎̾̚͝͝ه̴̟̺̫̮̳͖̞͒͗̌̊͘ا̵͈̦̮͔̹͍͖͉̗͙́͌̂ ̷̨̡̨̧̰̠͖͕͓̣͎̣̩̗͋̇͒̑̒̽́͊́̊̚͜͝أ̷̰̻̲͒̈́ح̵̙̦̣̝͍̩͍̋͆̉̆͂͌͂م̴̡̛̲̲̙ق̵̠̻̰͙̆̍͑͆̈͛̀̃̕̚ه̶̰̰̄́́͌̈́̔̏͛ا̸̨͉͓̪͍̹̔̽̓̅̋̅̿͠ه̴̌́͜ا̵̖̄͑̍̓̽͒͠ ̶̡̛̛͉͈̪̲̩̞̄̊͛́͑̃͛́̔̚̕͜أ̸̞̙͓̹͕͕͓̮͉͛̉̿̑̃͊̓̌͛̌̍͝ح̸̹̠̙͇͖̤͈͍͖̳̰͍̣̹͍̒́م̶̡̙̣̭͕͖̞̰̳̱̻̦̮̍͗̈́͌̋̄̏̐̔̂͘͝ق̴̪̖̼̹̈́̊̐͐̓̈̏͛ه̶̢̣͔̘̺̼̭̞̹̙̺̌̆̈͑͗͆͘͠͝͝ا̸̛̰̥̫̖̠̬̠̦̭̠̭͎̈̈́̈́͒̔͆͐͐̔̏͌͗̂̚ͅه̸͇̦̲̪̺̒́̓̋̒̅̚ا̸̝͑ ̴͈̹̹̺̲̣͆̒́̍̊̀̈́̅̎̆̏̀͒أ̸̨̫̫̠̦͇̦̱̭͉̳͛̑͋̆͂̈̍͌̀͛̾́̒͘ح̷̧̛̬̫̬̘̫̪̓̈́̄̂̏́̕م̶̨̛̹̼̝̰͓͖̼͚̪͓̞̰̈́̆̓̈́̆̓͐͗͗̇͜ق̴̢̘̳̜̱̫͗̔ه̷̖̜̖͔̫͍͎̗͆͑͒͑͗̈́̐͒̎́̂͂͘̕̕ا̴̘̭̰̎̊̃̽͊̀̊͋̊͑͠ه̴̞͙̻̯̞͔̙̹͇̰̒̓͛͗͗̔͑͆̑͂̒̇̉̕͝ا̴̡͍̪̼̝̻̮̻̻͓̣͓̼̳͚͆͐͗̓̒̒̕͘͘̕͠ ̶̨̜̱͈͎̫̗̥͍̖̮̟̭̍̾̎̈́͛̆̌͒̃̃̄͂͘̕ͅأ̴̡̢̪͕̱̱̣̻͈͎̮̐̒̀͜͜ح̵̛̞͍͕̪͗͑̈͊̓̍̓̾̎̄͘͠͝͝م̵̙̼̱̟̮͖̦̤̈̄͑̀̊̈̎͗͐̾͜͝ͅق̵̡̧̡̨͔̦͚̺͑̒̈́̑͗̔̀ه̵̭͖͂̎̈̈́̈́͐͆̔͗͂͒̀͘ا̵̦̰̼̩͇̥͎͙̬̘͍̯̈́͠ͅه̵͇̼̪̞̭͎̰̳͖̮̊̈́̿͛́͝ͅا̶̜̟͓͚̀̃̄̉̈͜ ̸̛̠͖̦̅̀͗͊́̾͊̕͠أ̸̨̡̧̯̤͖͎̠̱̳̭͍̔̆̀̈́̕͜͠ح̷̡͇̤̮̟̖̣͎̖̯̜̆̀̿̇͌̀̕̚͝͝͝ͅم̷͎̺̱͍̥͍̺̭̖̇̏͋̏̍͛̈́́͘͘ق̷̹͇̤̤͇̩͎̤͍͖̮̖̝̝͆͗̊̂̿̑̐̓̋͐̕͠ه̵̼̲͕̮̮͖̈́͆̌̓̀̊̀ا̴̼̅͠͝ه̴̗̺̜͛̈̽͝͝ا̴̭̦̒ͅ ̶̭̰̘͛͛̀̅أ̶̢̭͚͕̥̥̦̱͈̞̙͈̲̤̈́̒̌̐̚͝ͅح̴̢̬̈́م̴̛͈̪̝͔͈̜̼̺̖̰͕̟̽͑̒͒͊̀̈̿ͅق̵̨̡̛̦̳͖̲̳͖̟̙̖̼̈̔̀͐̓̒̚͜͝ه̶̨̡̹̙̳͝ا̶̰̦͚́̐͑͑̏́̄̆͘̚͘ه̶̧̰̝̲̼̳̲̯̑̃́͌̃́̉̍̏̆̚͝ا̴̟̪̝̬̣̳̬̞̙̜̾̀͆́͐̿̇͋͝ ̴̖͔̠͍̫̦̘̜̞̝̰͌̐̊̅̎̓̾͋͐̒̍̽̂͘͜͝أ̶̪͍͍̫̳͔͓̺͙̻͌͐͛̂̌̀̾̽́̎ح̴̬͖͚̩̜̪̳͚͖̘̹͇̮̙̰̃̏͐̀́̒̃́͠م̴̧͖̖͎͕̤̳̒̀̀́̏͛̋͋͂̓̕͘͠ͅق̶̡͎̟͍͇͙̫͔̓̍̈̓̆̆̄͊́͜ه̶̡̧̣̰͔̞̈́̽͂̌̇̏̇̔͑̀̈͛̚ا̷̢̢̼̥͇̩̪̰̤̣̝̦̀̆̈̔́ه̷̡̟̬̰̭̤̫͓̣͉̎̀̀̇̓͋̈́́̎͋͂̕͝ͅا̴̜̩̩͖̊͋̉̆̍ ̵͔̹̜̝̫̒̎̇̒̂̿͆͆̅̓͝أ̸̞͕͚̰̞͇̀̂̀͊̍́͘ح̶̯̣̞̘̤͍̦̖̩̰̀̐̈́̉̀م̸̺̀́̍̊̆̀ق̵͙̿͒̓͝ه̴̢̛̛̠̮̰͍̜͇͔͑̀̂͗̈̔͑̒͗́̎ا̶̺̄̾̀̋̀̓̇̿̚ه̸͇̪͔̜̘͓̲̩̲̖̝̜̃̋̽̓͑̅̽͒̈ا̶̧̧͇͈̖̲͔̞̱̳̲̫̹͈̀̃̿̑̇͗̿̀́̈́͜͝ ̶̡͖̹̫̖̮̗̮͖͚̃̾̐أ̴̧̧̢̨̳̘̝̟͍̥̬̫̮͌͒͛̓̄̎̋̀̍͜͝ح̴̭̣̓̂͛م̷̫̟̮̦̣̱̯̱̗̯͕͑̊̓́̓ق̸̝͆̓͆͛̆͗̋̌̀͆̓̒͊̇͠ه̵̭̩̥̐̆̊̏̃̿̎̎ا̸̧̺̅̅̑́͠ه̸̹͈͍̰͂̀̆ا̷̢͈͔̣̻̜̝̙̤̘̰̋̅́̓̊̀̍͌̀̎͜͜ͅͅ ̶̡̡̻̣̱̩͙̝͍̜͎̪̙̎͂̈́͑͑أ̶̡̧̧̛̞͉̟̞̭̻̦͓̼͔͎̾̉͗̄͛̂́̓̊̉̆͠ͅح̷͔̗̱̻͉̝̞̮͈̫̣̐̋̎̍̀̿̅͆̏̈́̆̈́̀م̴̡̲̖̦̝̩̺͎̭̻̿͛̽͂͘͜͜ق̴̡͉̹͎̹̓̈́̾̈̈́̔̎͘͠ͅه̸͉͔̄͂͋̏̈́̄̉̀̄̽͒ا̴̟̖̮̈́̉̈́̒ه̴̫̳̥̇͂͐͛̋͒̓́͛̂͊͘ا̸̨̢̢͎̺̟͓̭̤̥̦͇͋̂̐̈́͌̿͜͝ ̶̨̢̧̦̯̠͖̮̜͍̽͆̾̽͑̈̕ͅͅأ̸̧̖̫͂͛̎̏͗͗̈̅̈́̄̃̕͝ح̸̡̬̼̳̬͓͚̠͔́̅̎م̷̡̮͕̘̺͓̥̭̟͇̀̏̑̌ق̸̡̧̡͕͇̜̣̼̼̗̥̱̰̫͂͛ͅه̷̢͎̦̣̬̦̼̙̞͓̲͕̀̎̄́͘ͅا̷̩̩͚͉̳͈̥͓̒͐͋͛́̅̀͘͠ه̴̨̳̭̗̙̲̳̝̭̤̩̣͂̓̅̎̒̈͛̐̀̓̅̒ا̶̡̬̬̯̯͖̭͈̥̟͍͔͖̺̅̓̽͑́̅͑̔̍̅͒̒̿̾̔͜ ̷̺̣̬͉̣͍̬̫̭̱̈́͋͒̈́̾͆أ̸̡̮̟͓̼̱̜̃̾́̐͌͋̈́͆̑́̓̚͝ح̸̢̛̤̦̝̙͓̞͕͓̟̗̞̦͂̈́̉̂̓̑͋̅͆͑͠م̵̉̎̈́̿̒̓́̔̇͌̍̌͝ͅق̴̢̫̱̞̟̜̩̮̙̻̩̹͇̿̅͛̎͌̃̄͝͝͝ه̸̼̰̯̓̽̐̏͝ا̵̛̖̘̺̳̀̍̋̓̌̽̐̚͝͝ه̵̡̖͍̱͈̌̊̂̆̆̕ا̷̨̫͛̇̇ ̴̢͍̯͈̐͂̽̀̾͒̈́͆̀͒̈́̈́̅̚͝أ̷̝̣̜͎̭̳͍̀̀̐͐̉̆̑̌̆̔͑̿͘ح̵͎̅̈́͂̉̂̾̂̒̎̕̕̚̚͠م̴̡͇̞̻̂͑ͅق̶̤̖̋̂̕͝ه̴̢̗̤̆̆͊̓̀͛̃̐͠ا̷͙̫̲̖̩̜̻̮͑̍͐͛̃̈́̕͜ͅه̴̡̛͚̲̗̥͕̻͎̎͐̓̈́̽̂͝͝ا̴̨̢̝͔͍̯̟͍̟̮̈̽̈́̚ͅ ̶̤̞̎͊͊̄̈́́̑̕أ̷̻̩̳͈͕̲̃̎̀́͊̇͊̈́̊̎͛̈́̄̕ح̵̨̤̜̮̌̅̽م̷̡͚̬̰͉͌͗̽̌́̽̏̂̊̑͆ͅق̴̦̗̝͎̺͈̭͍͚̝͖͉͎͕̐͋̓̈̔́̋̾̾͜ه̶̧̛̯̞̳͕͕̗͎͊̅̐̔̔̒͛͐̿̽̎̈́̆͘ا̴̡̨̫̯͎͍͔̜̠̝̺͆͂̀̽͒͛͜ه̷̨̱̖̦̤̪͍̻̹͑̓͊̋̈̇̑̋̽͘ا̶͖̝͑͛̅͆͗̆̐̐̓̕͘ ̷̨͉̙̯̤̲͙͙͇̻̰͆̑͌̽̽͋͆̂̆͜͝أ̵̪̗̣̿̓́́̍͗̔̄͆̉̈́̎͠ͅح̵̡̯̺̭̫̫̤̦͓̪̘̹̜͈̙͛͂͗̕͝م̵̲̟͖͈̦͎̦̗͕̒̏̇̌̉̈́̉̓͛͘̕͝͝ق̸͖͉̥̥̫̳̻̖̄͛̓̆ه̴̯͆̿́͋̔̃̀͒̓͐̂͘ا̷̨̧̼͙̗͕͇̖͇̜̓̓̽̎̓̆̀̋͋̎̒̉̎̚ه̴̛͕̮̻͔̥̱̦̬̥͙̫̝̈́̓̈́̓͗̉̕ͅا̷̳̅͒̀͊̅̍̉͌͂̀̕͘͝͝ ̸̻̦̱͔̾̔̓̓̋̂́أ̸͇̥̲̯̀͌̿͆͑̍̿̈́̈́̽̚͝͝ح̸̨͎̰̠͚̺̳̲̼̦̙̘̂م̴̛͓̣̦͓̮̹̭̬̟̩͓̀̾͊̇̎̀͗͑̄̒͊͘͘ق̶̢̲̤̗̖͔̗̞̟̟̣͂̂̇́̈́͂̏̈́̀ͅه̴̧̛̛̰̰͔͙͔̘̫̿̓̎̔̒̀̂͘ا̷͇̭͉̙̻̜̼̝͇̤͎̙̇͗́̃̌̓ه̴̧̙̤̯̭̓̑̿̇́̔ا̴̝̆͆̂͌͆͛́̄ͅ ̴̢̹̼̩̪̏̀̓̇̇̔͐̀͘̕͝͝͠أ̴̨̖͈̣̭̪̟͕̮̭͙̩̦̜̔̏̓͊͒́ح̴̧̲̩̮͈̚͝م̴̻̟̞͇͊͌̐̐̄̏ق̴̝̯̱̥͐̿̒͑͐͐͝͝ه̸̟̉́̐͝ا̶͚͈̎̊̃̾͒͆͗̋͐̂̅̔̏̏̏ه̴͚̦̪̞̹͒͋̏ا̴̰͖̭̺̯̖͚͓̾͑̌̄̌̏̾̏͛͜ ̴͚̜̫̓̿̈́̉͐̋̕͠أ̷̨̛͚͕̬́̄͋͒̒̋̃͒͘ح̵̮̲̮͓̬̥̈́̒̆̎͛̊̄̽̚م̸̡̨̛̳̦̞̳̙̫͍̣͊͋ق̵̢͈̦̟̫̲͉̟͍̞͕͚͛̂͌͗̏̍͒́̔͑́̒͛͝ه̴̦͈̱̰̝̉͛̑͐̕ا̴̧̲̳̤̰͇̟̹̱̳́̃̇͂̐̋͘͜ه̶̡̛̤̖̦̣͍͇̞̪̰̂̌̀̈́̄̔̋̊̀̑̔̾̆̚ا̷̧͙̜͙̮̯̼̃̇͐͌̇͊̀͂̈́̊̾̈́ ̸̨̡̦͍̙̰͇̞̹̲͐͛̒̈́̔̀̀̈͘͝ͅأ̴͓̌͋͊̐͂̿̐͝ح̸̜̹̯̞̋͑͆͋͝ͅم̷̛̤̻͇͍̞̻͉͈͎̮͕͒́̀̄̑ق̷̧͎̭̘͖̖̤̌̐̋̎̂͌̆̾̊̀̓̏̐̕͜͜͠ه̸̢̣͈͖̦̙̜̮̞̝̰̙͌̌̈̎͑̂̐̑̿̈́̚͘͠ا̸̢̧̡͈̙̠͉̳̦̠̟͎̙̊̐̃̈́͌̎̒̅̎̊͜͝ه̸̢̭̮̯̻̼͎̭̪̜͔̿̀̈́̊̓͑̃̈́̃͘ͅͅͅͅا̴̨̡̭̱͖̜̣̩̰̬̝̪̅̈̅̄͌̃̒̽̿͑͐̄͘͝ ̴̧̛̙̯̹̩̺̲̭̤̯͇̘̈̇͒̎أ̸̧̛̠̝̼̘͔̪̩͉̱̉͜ͅͅح̴̛̛̹͙͕̜͉̫̳̱̘̫̻̹̯̞̆̍̃̏͊̎̆̾͗̋̉̽̓م̷̨͚̙͔͗̒̌̌̓̈́̕͘ق̶̢̻̮̣̻͔̟͉̦̖͇͔̤͙͓͛͛̋͊̈́̌̃̈́ه̵̢̭̩͉̼̻̺̘̠̱̀̊͐ͅا̵̡͈̙̳̺̰͇̝̱̼̣͛͐͑̓́̅̍ه̴̡̖͎̮̥͔̝̖͍̇̾̅͑͑͊̿̽̀͐͠͠ا̶͉͓̱͚̰̘͎̰̝͋͗̋͆̒͒͝ ̵̭̣͖͍͓̫́أ̵̝̫̤͕̬̰̰̭̐̈́̈́̆͘ح̸̬͎̈́͠م̵̢̛̤̯̦̯̗̦̙̙͆̓̍̄͑̃͛͂͌́̊͌̋͘ͅق̶̧̟̭͇̖̭͎͖̲̠̣̟͂̈́̏̽̊̑͊̉̊͊͜ͅه̷̩̳͚̬̗̲͉̦͖̓̔̌͑̇̐͗̚͠ا̶̛͎̜̍̔̍̇́̕͘ه̴̰͖͖̥̓̀͛̅́͘͝ا̷̧̻̳̣̤̘̲̪͂͝͝ ̵̡̙̘͔͕̟̦̭͇̮̻̔͊ͅأ̴̡̡͔̜͈̳̭̮̱͙̜͖̰̋̒̌̌͆̈̂̑̈͐͆͘͜ح̸̲̘̦̮̙͚̼̰̀ͅم̶̧̡͚̬̙̱̩͇̫̘̻͈́͆̽̆̾̿͝ق̷̛̛̩̜̳̀̑͆̈́͗͑͂̉̆̋̚͝ͅه̶̧̜͇̼̗̺̞̎̏̂͘ا̷̬͔̗͍͎̗̺͂ه̶̰̜͚̞͍̮̌̀̚ا̵̳̩͙͔̜̜̖̫̝͙̭̫̆̑̾̇͐͛̔̅̓͝ͅ ̵̡̛̩̹̉̃̉́̀̍̎̂́̚أ̶̧͇͉͈̥̙̠̳̤̫̺̥͇͚͂͒̾̊̊͛̆̂͌͑̚͝͝ح̶̧̰̖̥͕̝̟̗̺̺̣͈̥̺̋̓̋͂͒̍̈́͑م̶̡͈̹̱͓̠̘̳̞̭͔̣̱́̆̆͑̀̅̓͛̋͌̒͝͝ͅق̴̡̡̞̝̤̣̠̖́͜ه̸͇̲̗̉̒̉͐̀̾̎̔̇̇̚͘͝ͅا̷̖̤͎͖̰̹͇̯̳͇͙́̄̋͐͜͠ͅه̴͉́͗̾́̀̓̚͠ا̸̛̛̥̫̰͎̙̦̳̬̠͈͉͓̺̙͛͑͐̂́̀͌̅̏̚͝͝ͅ ̴̢̛͇̮̰̤̠̖̪̝̗̪̼̓̐̽͆͋́̍̈̌̆̚ͅأ̶̡̫̼͓̠͇͍̣̜̾͠ح̴̨̣͉̲̜̹̪̽̔̐͊̃͗̋ͅم̶̖̉̇̋̚̕̚͝͠ق̷̥̝̟̗̲́̊̌̈́̀̉̃̏̃͋͂́͐͘ه̵̡̘̪̝̣̃͐̓̅̉̐̌̾̋̋̈́̇̊̋̾͜ͅا̷̧̣͉͎̟͈̥͙̼̰͚̙͕̹̆̀̃͗͗̓̀̂̀̔̈͘ه̴̯̬̺̪̐̅͗̎̆̒̐̈̐͆ا̸̩͔̬̘͚͉́̓͌͑̽̓̎͂̌͝ ̷̨̜͓͍͖͔̪͍͔͇̖̰̎͆̀̐̽̾͂̒̚أ̷̡͔̻͖͔̟̙̝͓͈̩̟̤͎̌̀̅̀͗̉̇͌͗̇̒̚͜ح̵̖̤̋̐̅͆̉̆͋̓͊̐̚م̷̤͕̅̔̀̈́̎́̈́̄̓̾̉̿̈͝͠ق̴͕͚̫̔̐̿͝ͅه̴̦̪̝͓͒̈́̒́̓͑̄͌̾̃͒̌̎̅̚ا̴̛̮̽̅͂͑̔̂͊̀̀͋̀̑̇͆ه̸̧͔̘͔̝̙͉̤̳̭͚͓͔̰̄̐̆̀̈́̃͝ا̴̺͕̑̇͘ ̸͖̺̙̂̉͆͐͑̐̓̊͛̊̉̔̕͝͠أ̸̧̢̣̯̻̰̬̣̠͓̬̆̏̀̃͗̋̌̅ͅح̵̨̨̯̹̗̱͎̱̜͕͛͒̈̒̅̃́͘͝ͅم̸̜͎̹̥̘̘̋͌̽̏͆ͅͅق̷̰̝̬̞̂̾͋̽̃̃̑̏̊̍̂̕̚͘͠ه̷̤͕͓͕͕͕̱̠̪̣̥̹͉͎͐̅̆͠ͅا̴̢̧̨̯̗͚̱̠̲̤͌̎̆̋̍̏ه̸̻̞͖̫̩̝̳̲̾̉̄ا̷̦̥̞̯̟̖̃̅̿̃̕ ̷̝̰̩̲̱̥̫̝̪̫͓̗͕̪͉̐̍̃̆̈́̿̇̒̅͝أ̵̧̲̤̦̮̰͎̝̲̙̫̀͗͐́̋̃̑̈́ح̷̨̮͓͇̩̬̜̻̯̜̦͎̄̆̐͊͋́́͊̆͜͝م̸̡̢̟̠͍̥̲̻͎̣̼͖̪̪͆͌̀̒̿̆̒͐͘͝ق̶̢̭̟̳̺̩̹̺͈̼͊̈́͜ه̸̡̢͓͔̱̥͕̥̼̱͓̟̉͐̓̒͒̑ا̸̛̭́͑͒̐͊͆͐̈́̏̍̂͘̕ه̷̢̳̬̜̠͖͇̻̺̤͇͎̞̬̄͜ا̴̤̳̈́̾̔̀͂͌͂͌̕̚͝͠͝ ̴̧̝͚̠̲̰̉̈̋̀̄̀̽͆̽̓͝͠͠أ̵̧̛͎͚͙̭̘̹̙̙͒̑͂̒̀͆͌̊̃͌̕͜ح̵̠̬̈́̋̈́͒͒̈́͂̓̃̓̇̒͘͘م̴͎̋̏̀̽̔́̚͘ق̷̛̼͙̫̤͉́͐̂̌̉͜ه̸̧̤̟̥̘͓̜̥̆̃̾̉̒̽̀̽̊̈́̇̇̾̿ا̶̥͗̓̔͆̉̌̎͑̋̒̏̓͘͠͝ه̸̛͚̟̞͖̽̓͋̈̉͑͑̅̇͑̐̿̕͠ا̴̨̧̳͙͔͖͔͔̞̙̺̭̰̀̀̇̃́̒̏̃̈́̂͊͊ͅ ̶̡̭̦͍̠̞̗͚͇͂͐̈́͘أ̵̠͖͔̫̰̙̫͖̗̱̽̽̔͛͋͋̆̄̄̚̚ح̸̨̪͙̩͉͔̦̳̮̮̜̼̄̐́̆͆̃̑͑͊͘͘ͅͅم̴̛̝̗̞͚̫͎̥̜̪̦̱͉͉̿̆͊̇̈̓͐̑̿̇̚͘ق̸̢̙͇͓̪͎̾̈́̓̅̒ه̴̡͔̜̺̰͇̩̪̆̆͌͌͆͂͜͝ا̸̧̧͔͈͈͈̟̲̬͎͔̲̝̫̈́̀́̅̔̔͆̚ه̷̡̣̬̯͖̮̣̖̪͉͓̱̙͐̈́̊̓̍̅̏̔̄͝ا̶̛͈̹̘̰̲͇̲̞̺͑̔̾͗ ̸̧͉̺͖̭̤̱̮̝̩̥̊́͒أ̵̡̮̗͚͕͐͆́͛̎̏͌̋̀̂́̎̎̌͠ح̷͎̖̩͓͎̪̫̥̞͇̣̗̋̆̓̋̋̀̐̑̌̈́̈́̂̕͜م̶̛̤̘̳̰̳̦̳̝̇̒͊̄̑̀͐̽͛͊̚ق̷̢̧̧͖̜̳̺̦̑̽̃͠ه̷̩̟͈̩̮̅̾͗̽̓̽̉̑̅̈́̄̿̂͜͝͠ا̷̻̼̟̝̱̩̭̮̎͒̽͗̀̈́̂ͅه̷̛̛͚̿͋̌̍̋͠͝ا̷̻̘͉͈͚̩͇̺̼̾̏͒̉̑̓̿͐̎͗͠ ̶̛̠̄̆͠أ̵̩̾̆̔ح̶̨̢̖̭͓̠͎̜̰́̂̀̔م̴̡̨̧̧̢̹̱̬͎͓̝͙̫̭̼̇̍͐̂̋̐̍̏̌̈́͊̀ق̵̡̢̻̟̺͎̖̮̯̔̑̅̍͐̆̓̆̏̎̃̍͂̕͠ه̷̛̱̫̽̽̓̃̇͝ا̷̲͔̹̣̻̭̲̝̝͇̿̅̊̆̐̔̏̕ه̴̧͔̝̭̰̥̲͒̂̒̂̅͊̍̚͝ا̷̛̩̠̟̻̹̳͈͇̮̘͙̖͋̒̂͌̊͋͛͒̌͋́͊͛͊͜ ̴͉̈̓أ̸͚̏̏̽͂̑̈́̏̍̌͆̚͝͝ح̷̩̤͍̮͐͂̈̓͋̎̊̌̀͒̍̂م̵̟̰̘͔̱̤̬̫͕̩͈̔̎̅͝ͅق̶͈͎̝͉̯͇̰̟͋̒͌̑̓̐̒̀̈́̚ه̶̧̨̘̖̟̣͙̣̮͖̒̒̐͑̄̆̽̾ͅا̷̻̽̏̀̀̈́̊ه̶̧̧̛̩͚͓̳̹̪̜͕̀͆́̂͆̋̆͑̑̒͋͠͠͠ا̵̧̨̡̬͓̯͍̯͂͑͊͛͆̆̃̀ ̷̧̨̜̰̪͇̻̲͎̬̮̤̙̝̆̈́͂أ̵̡̨̝̙̹͖͈͍̻̱̪̖̱͈̯͒̆̽̚ح̷̧̛̝̗͎̙͖͈͖̫̙̭̟̼͌̈́̈́͑̊̋̅̑̈̿̏̕͘ͅم̷͕̣̝̫̚͜ق̴͍͕͖̣͉̻̦̰̀̑̆̎ه̷̛̙̦̜͙͙͚͕͎̆̊͌̈́̔͑̆̈̚͜͝ا̷͇̀͆̉͝ه̷̧̩̘̭̱̉̌̄͗̏̍̆̃̐͠ا̵͚̖̖͍̣̞͕̟͙̝̫͔͉͊̊́̃̀͂͌̄̀͝͝ ̴̢̗̓̎͗̋̀̔͋̌̽̉̃͝أ̶̡̡̡͈̙̰͎̹͓̝̲͖̗͎̼̃̽̉̑̋̒́́ح̶͎̻͎̰͗͑̿̑͠م̷̢̨̟̪͓͓̤̖͊̉̄̈̈́͜ق̴̝̼̈́͊ه̵̨͇̰͙͉͙͍̻̠̎̃̈́͂͊́̈́̽͗̅ا̸̢̬̜̮̓̌͊̏̀̐̏̋͌͒͠͠͝ͅه̴̡̜͈̗͓̬̱̱̉́̿̔̑ا̴̯̔ ̸̧̧̧̜͙̞͈̹̠̩̫͔͕̟͖͋أ̵̨̢̡̛̖͓̲̪̘̪̆́͌͗̽̉̔͘ح̴̨̺̬̰̦̭̫͉̙̤̥̳̼̍͗̃͗̉̀م̸̨̠͕͍͖̝͎̗͚̝͉̰̺̮͌̅͌̅̉̔̑͠ق̵͇̣̥͓̠̠͉̐̋̽͂̃͌̉͑͆̕͝ه̵̨̧̡̭̜̟͎̪̽̄̔͌́̓̑̓̃͐ا̶͍̰̯̱͇̳̃̅͑͆͗͊͒̇͋̇͜ه̸̻͈͚̼̥͔͍̺̥̤͚̯͂͜ا̷̢̙̫̙͕̙̉̓̃ ̷̧̛̠̤͎̝̱͍̞̪̼̙̯̞̈́̀͑́̌̔̔̔̏̕͠͠أ̶̧̧̨̙͇̭͇͛͌̈́̿͐̒͑͂ح̵̤̅́͗م̷̩͕̦͚̯̲̯͖͇̮̟̟̼̖́̌͊͂̍̾͊ͅق̷̛̮̙̣͙̒̑̒̽̕̚ͅه̴̢̯̥͎̥͖̭͍̠͇͠͝ا̷̨̠̥͔̠̤̮͚̈̑̐̈́̉̂̆̈̄̐̄̍̕͠ͅه̵̨̛̯̗̊̇̒̇́̅́̀̓ا̶̢̛̙̮̤͗̽͒̓̎͆͜ ̷̥͎͋̿̕͝أ̴̡̨͖͚̯̖̤͕̮͚̯̈́̍̚͝ح̴̧̧̤͙͍̤͕͙̲̱͇͇̗͆͊͋̂̉͋̽̑̑̇̃͂͗̚م̵͍̟̐̈́̆̾͛̀͊͝ق̷̭̯̦̫̞͗̉̈́̒̏̓́̈́͋͗̈́̍̔̓ه̵̢̯͔̖̇ا̸̢̢̞̰̫̱̲̈̒̎̈́̈́̍̀͛̎͝ه̵̡̨̢̧̮͍̠̙̥̙̝̤̳̩̯̒́̽͗̃̇ا̴͍̩̲̘̖̩̖̦̗͖͍͉͓͐ͅ ̴̱͎̟̳̮͚͖̤̫̅́͋̋̈́̇͋̎͑أ̶̱̹͉̱̻̠̹̦̏͊̏͠ح̴̡̢̛̜͉̗͇̙̯̺̒̑̊̆̈͠͠م̸̧̡̭̺̗̱̙̫͔͔̫̯̖͇͈̔̍̌̋̐ق̶̦͚̜͈̪̹̞̪̲̝̄͌̀̍͐̄̽̈́́̾̑̋͑͌ه̶̡̦͇̫̻̘͚̼̩̤̻̣̱̋̎̑͌͋͋̾̈͐̒́͝ͅا̵͎͇̘̙͚̣̦͚̾̄̅̆͛̍̔̅̓̚͝ه̵͚̱̞͇̫̫͇̑̃͐͆̒̚͠ا̷̨͇̯̭͇̭͖̩̥̰̅̈́̑̑͛ ̷̨̗̺̤̻̗̪͔̤̥̱̣͇͌̀͊̓̋ͅͅأ̷̨͙̩̮͕̖̬̃̓̋͐̅̋̍̈́̿̅́͝ح̸̯͚̪̦̬̜͔̒̆͋̂̄̐̕͝م̴͔̯̾̅̔͑͑̇̂ق̵̡̨̛̝͇̖̠̝̲͉̖̰̲͖͐́̉̋̅̉̀̒̏͂ͅه̵͓̩̖̝̇͛͊́̐̿̇́ا̴̻̰͍̔̐̊̿͒̎̕͝ه̶̝̞̝̱̠͖̹̙͔̼̀̿̎̑͋̈́̍̚͠͝ا̶̧̲̲͇́̉̿̋̆̿̓̊̍͛͠͝ ̴͖̽̏̐̌͌̾̽͘̚أ̷̧̼̪̺̺̮̙͎́ح̴̨͚̣̠̩̩͓͋̈́̏̀̒̓م̶̢̛͚̻̦͎̹̙̱̗͛̚̚͜ͅق̸̧̨̧̘͈͙̬̟͚̒͒̾ه̶̧̛͈̺̬̫̠͇̪͕̞͓͎̿́̔̈̇̆̔̐͂̒̀̃̚͘ا̵̨̹̊̏̈́̈́̾͐͑̾̋͛͋̏ه̶̣̖̙̖́͋͊͒ا̵̛͙͇̙̱́̓̎̐̈́̆̍̚ ̴̡̪͕̭̜̙̜̯͚̝͙̼͉̥̓̅̈́̈́̂̀̽̑͝أ̷̨̗̬̰͍͈̫̇̑͐̑̎̃͂͋̏̽͜ح̷̢̲̖͔̞͎͙̣̖͇͈̤͚͉̆͂̏́̋̾̈́̅̚م̴̩̇͑̈͊̾̊͐͑̉͠͝ق̶̨͔̮̙̪͕̝̹͔̐̽̎̿̓̿̉͒̑̈́͂͆͜ه̴̞̻̣̤͙̈́̊́̉ا̴̛̺̼̝̌̈́̃̏̏̄̈̅̚͜͝ه̴̢̡̡̛̖̬͔̠̤͉̲̮̩̒͒̒ا̴͎̘͕̀͋̆͋̈́̔͒́̉̈́͝ ̴̧̨̥͉̖̯̦͉̩̝͎̼̱͆͌̈́̋̀͊̒̊̓̚͝͝أ̴̢̩̦̈́̂̒̊̌̈́͌̎͌͜͝͝ح̷̢̬̜͍̭̲̹̺͓͉͚̿̀̓̕م̸͇͉̍̔̈́͗͋͘ق̵̢̛̪̩̜̱͇̙̠͜ه̵̨̘̬̟͉̊̓͊̍͑̉̐̿̊̕ا̵̧̝̺͙͙̮̳͕̠̹̝̱̰̍̄̿̑̌ه̴̹̤̳̠̬͊͋͒͗́͛̆͌͐ا̷̤̔ ̷̧̧̘̗̪̫̥̙̱̻͊̌̄̈̀͊͑͆͜أ̵̢̧̛͕͕͚̗͇͛̓͒̂͒̀̊̆͋͐̌̿̊͠ح̷̬͓͓̼̓͝ͅم̴̣͇͓̮͉͂̽̆̈́̇̇͌̿̈́͜͜͝ق̸̯̥̯͒͗͋̒̈́͘ه̴̛͔̤̙̭̥̣̖̟̙͍̥͑̂́͛̐͋̓̓͗͘̕͜ا̸̧̘̻̔͗̔̓͗͌̋̄͠͝͝͝ه̵̨̯͙̲̤̪̪̖̠͂́ا̴͙̻̞͍̼̭̠̐̃͂̇̿͐́̆ͅ ̵̨̨̨̝̪̯̝̝͕̹̩͑̒̋̍͘͝ͅأ̸̛̱̣̝͓̗̖͖̳͙̽̑͜͠͝ͅح̷̨̨̨̢̟̙̜̯̣̽͛͜م̷̡̱̺̣̪͔̻̘͔̑̒̓̑͌́͊̀͂̈́́̕͝͠͝ق̶͉͙͊̉̇͠ه̶̧̧͇̤͚̦̠̥̣̙̞͉̎͐̂́̆͆́̍͂͊̈́̒̚͜͜ا̵̛̩̩͍̘̞̗̝̜̦͕̜̼̻̏͒̿̍̊̐͗̎̓͆̊̉͜͜͝ه̷͓̗̍͊̌̿͝͝ا̸̠̇͑͗̎̄̎̊̓͊͒͒ ̶̢͓̘̹̮̼̣̟̳̉̿̐͋̾́͑̌̑̎̽͛͌͝أ̶͎̞͚̠̜͔̫͈̳̮́̾͊̇͘͝ح̵̨̭͋̒͊͝م̵̮̫̼̞̌ق̵̻͕̤̳̫̓̐͌̃̚͝ͅه̶̛̳̯͕͎͍̫̤̭̃̅́̈͒̒́͌̎̇̒̔̅̿͜͜ا̷͚̒̃ه̸̨̙͉̙̩͗͛ͅا̸͙͍̰̲͓̠̮̞̝̙̼̗͊̈́͛̂́͘ͅ ̶̭̳̩͖̱̳̻̟̹̫̮͓͒͌̉͛̽͘أ̸̻̦̰͔̯͙̳̻͈̀̂́͑̓́̓̿͗̏́͝͝ͅح̵̭̞̩̪̗͉̣̟̀̔̈́͂͗͆̆̈́̊͒̉͛̐͝م̷̛̫̜͐͋̃͊̓̓̓̽̍͌̐̈́̑ق̴̞̉͆̂ه̶̨̫̱̹͉̣̖̳͈͓̤̦̳͚͠ا̷̨̤̠̿ه̷̧̨̻̭̬̼̯͉͖͓͕̳̹͂̿̄͋̔͆͊̈́͊̕͝͝͠ا̸̡̝̟̯̣̱͐̑̀̆̃́̓̎͛͛͝ ̸̝̩͚̍͒̂̊̓̌̈́́̾̕أ̶̬̖̖̬̳̜̀̐͋̽̊̈̚͝ح̸̡̢̮̠̞͎̗̭̻̭͖̖̝̳̆̏̔͂́̄̈́͛̈͋̊̓͋̑͘م̷̡͎̤̼̯̊̀̓͂̍̈̉͂͛͠ق̵̪̜̣͕͕͎͙͐̇̊̇͑ͅه̵̨͚͈̿̓̚͝ͅا̷̨̤͕̹͓̰̭̤͈̠̺̝͆̀̐͌̊͊̐̋̒̅̀͒͝ه̷̛͕͙̉͛̈́̂̊͑̎̑̚͝ا̶̧̡̜̜̭̜͙̝͈͖͎̳̤̯͗̈̕͠ ̴̨̧̢̙̣͇͚̂̅͌͆̕͠ͅأ̷̧̳̤͕̹͖̫͕̝͎̱̩͔͛͌̇̎̀͌͑͌͒̀̉͜͝͠ح̴͙̺͙̮͍̲͍̗̮̦̳͔̥̖̗̎͐͝م̶̟̹̀̇͋̆̈͌ق̶̧̢̧̨̘̟̞͙͍͚̘̰͓͖̀̆͒͑͜ه̵̢̨̛̰̜̮̺̦̳̹͙̍͊̌͛̀͊̌͠ͅا̵̭̗́͌̏́̐͌̒͐̂̚͘̚͝͠ه̶̛͔̪̼̻̫̤̠̱̺̝̩͙̮͍̮̅͒̏̔̏̎̃̀̎̓͗̄ا̵̡̦̱͙͔̜͓̫̳̞̻̿̇̈́͆̋̈́̂̏̎̑̕̕͠ͅ ̵̛̙̣͔̼̹͈̤̫̱͓̫̪̅̇̉̋͜أ̶̢͔͎͎̩͍̮̣͔̘̜̟̖̩̃͂́̿̌̽͆̓͘ح̶̫̹̓̓̈͗̔͒̎̅̎̚م̶̢̭̜̦̖͙̥̹͙͗̑̈́̿̌̑͒͜͝͠ق̵̜̥̹̣̜̐̾̌͊̾̂̆͂̍̓̾͐ه̷͙̦̤̗͚̤̻͛̀̑͋̒͂͆̓̚͝ا̷̞̙͖̪̯͚̳̔͛͒̔̎̆̈́͛͌̿̾̐̕͝͝ͅه̷̢͈͕̝̱̲̄͊́̈̎̈́̄̀͆͗̀͠ا̵͎̯̩͇̜͕̹̗͒͂̉̄̅̌̉̐ ̸̛͙̬͉͉̱̣̊̑́̎̐̿̄͝أ̴̪̈̋͜ح̸̛͍̝͖̞̲̓̄̌̉͑̀̉̍͂̒͜ͅم̵̢̧̟̯̳̘͔͔̼̙̫͕͕͇̉̓̅̆̀̀͘̕ق̸̢̡̨̢̳̝̠̠͔̮̙͔̼̝̀ه̴̡̲̼̦̻̤͙͎̗̞̤͊̃͌̋͗͂̐͊̍̊͑̑͝ا̵̮̣̗̤͙̏̇ه̴͈̞̩̭͌̈̇̍̐͝ͅا̵̡͙̩̰̮͚̫͙̠͕̪͔̍̍̏̑̑͐̒̈́́̔͝͠͝ ̶̧̦̰̀̾̑͆̈́͐̓̅̒͠أ̶̧̹̞̭̮͇͉͆̈̃̐͌͊̀́̔̚ح̷̨̛̛̩͕̯̞̝̄̂̄̉̋̏̂̃̒̓͘͘͝م̴̨̢͈̖͇̘͙̩̰̤̝̩̰͔̽̆̃́͑̋̓̏̓̅̍̃͜͝ق̴̩͍̠͉̼̠̅̓̎̂̔͜ه̶̝̻̞̜̖̮͔͓̻̙͕̻͙̓̔͑̃̀ا̴̛͖̖͉͔̺̤͕̖̂̔͗̉͆́̈́́̉̅͑̃̓̈ه̷̞̭̘̭͕̘͈͚̖̹͖̈̈́̓̈̐̀͒̒̊͘̚̚͝ا̴̺̰̭̾ͅ ̴̨̛͈̪̳̦͕͓̤́͌͑̆͜͝ ̷̦̆̿̈͛̄͒̔͛͆̾̍̀̕أ̶̡̩̲̠̯̪͉̩̉̽̔͋̏̏̈̚ح̸̯̫͎̙̣̹̲͚̳̣̬͎̲̩̿̈́̉̓͝م̷̧͕̫̫̼͔̎͌̒̇̓̀̑͋͌̇̑̃͘ق̷̢̥͈̥̹̖͇͔̙̹͓̘̲̯̽̔̊̂̈̏̎ه̷̡̡̢̡͖̤͕̹̰̭͉̘͖̄̒̿͋͜ا̵̨̛̙̗͉̹͎̳͂́̇͑̿͆̓̉́͂̀̐͜͜ͅه̴͕̲̓́̊͐̕ا̸̪̈́̆̎͋̄̂͑̎̀͐͊̽̾̕͘ ̴̧̛̛̯̥͖̰̐̄̔͂͑̑̍͘͝أ̷̜͎̝̬͓̗͕̙̦̬̰̻̮̹̈́̔̀̂͋̎̈́̈͝ح̶̨̠̣̱̞̤̰̅͆̈́̅́̈̒͒̃̈́̎̚̕̚م̷̡̢̣͖͇̜̖̙̲͙͈͎̦͍̰̆ق̷̝͚̟͒͗̄̎̃̔̂̋̑̿͆̓͘͝ه̷̡̣̎̓̓̄̿́̅̈́̑̀̂̌͆ا̶̢̯̘̗̰̊͌͂̔̿͘ه̴̢̧̝̮͙̮͕̳̮͆̈́̋̈͆̌ͅا̶̢̧͓̙͎̣̑̏̍̅͗͆̒̕͜ ̵̰̩̮̝̙̙͕͚́́̽̔̔͑͋̈́́͊͑̚أ̴͈̺̳̀̔̈̐̾́̄̐̈́́̚͠͝͝ح̷̧̦̳̘͈͓̖̊̓͂̎̎͘̕͠م̶̧͕̭̱̜̮͍̤̰̠͕̹͇̳̝̈́̀̌͋͊́̌́̈̄̇͘͝͠ق̶̢͓̩̦̤͉̣̳͚̦̰̣̫̪̀̑̉̿͑͘͝͝͠ͅه̶͔̫̼͍͚͔͙͈̦̖̘͉̮̏̎̒̋̉̀̓̑̂̌̒̂͝ͅا̶̡͕̗̼̪͈͖͍͖̰͓̑͒̊̎̾̚͝͝ه̴̟̺̫̮̳͖̞͒͗̌̊͘ا̵͈̦̮͔̹͍͖͉̗͙́͌̂ ̷̨̡̨̧̰̠͖͕͓̣͎̣̩̗͋̇͒̑̒̽́͊́̊̚͜͝أ̷̰̻̲͒̈́ح̵̙̦̣̝͍̩͍̋͆̉̆͂͌͂م̴̡̛̲̲̙ق̵̠̻̰͙̆̍͑͆̈͛̀̃̕̚ه̶̰̰̄́́͌̈́̔̏͛ا̸̨͉͓̪͍̹̔̽̓̅̋̅̿͠ه̴̌́͜ا̵̖̄͑̍̓̽͒͠ ̶̡̛̛͉͈̪̲̩̞̄̊͛́͑̃͛́̔̚̕͜أ̸̞̙͓̹͕͕͓̮͉͛̉̿̑̃͊̓̌͛̌̍͝ح̸̹̠̙͇͖̤͈͍͖̳̰͍̣̹͍̒́م̶̡̙̣̭͕͖̞̰̳̱̻̦̮̍͗̈́͌̋̄̏̐̔̂͘͝ق̴̪̖̼̹̈́̊̐͐̓̈̏͛ه̶̢̣͔̘̺̼̭̞̹̙̺̌̆̈͑͗͆͘͠͝͝ا̸̛̰̥̫̖̠̬̠̦̭̠̭͎̈̈́̈́͒̔͆͐͐̔̏͌͗̂̚ͅه̸͇̦̲̪̺̒́̓̋̒̅̚ا̸̝͑ ̴͈̹̹̺̲̣͆̒́̍̊̀̈́̅̎̆̏̀͒أ̸̨̫̫̠̦͇̦̱̭͉̳͛̑͋̆͂̈̍͌̀͛̾́̒͘ح̷̧̛̬̫̬̘̫̪̓̈́̄̂̏́̕م̶̨̛̹̼̝̰͓͖̼͚̪͓̞̰̈́̆̓̈́̆̓͐͗͗̇͜ق̴̢̘̳̜̱̫͗̔ه̷̖̜̖͔̫͍͎̗͆͑͒͑͗̈́̐͒̎́̂͂͘̕̕ا̴̘̭̰̎̊̃̽͊̀̊͋̊͑͠ه̴̞͙̻̯̞͔̙̹͇̰̒̓͛͗͗̔͑͆̑͂̒̇̉̕͝ا̴̡͍̪̼̝̻̮̻̻͓̣͓̼̳͚͆͐͗̓̒̒̕͘͘̕͠ ̶̨̜̱͈͎̫̗̥͍̖̮̟̭̍̾̎̈́͛̆̌͒̃̃̄͂͘̕ͅأ̴̡̢̪͕̱̱̣̻͈͎̮̐̒̀͜͜ح̵̛̞͍͕̪͗͑̈͊̓̍̓̾̎̄͘͠͝͝م̵̙̼̱̟̮͖̦̤̈̄͑̀̊̈̎͗͐̾͜͝ͅق̵̡̧̡̨͔̦͚̺͑̒̈́̑͗̔̀ه̵̭͖͂̎̈̈́̈́͐͆̔͗͂͒̀͘ا̵̦̰̼̩͇̥͎͙̬̘͍̯̈́͠ͅه̵͇̼̪̞̭͎̰̳͖̮̊̈́̿͛́͝ͅا̶̜̟͓͚̀̃̄̉̈͜ ̸̛̠͖̦̅̀͗͊́̾͊̕͠أ̸̨̡̧̯̤͖͎̠̱̳̭͍̔̆̀̈́̕͜͠ح̷̡͇̤̮̟̖̣͎̖̯̜̆̀̿̇͌̀̕̚͝͝͝ͅم̷͎̺̱͍̥͍̺̭̖̇̏͋̏̍͛̈́́͘͘ق̷̹͇̤̤͇̩͎̤͍͖̮̖̝̝͆͗̊̂̿̑̐̓̋͐̕͠ه̵̼̲͕̮̮͖̈́͆̌̓̀̊̀ا̴̼̅͠͝ه̴̗̺̜͛̈̽͝͝ا̴̭̦̒ͅ ̶̭̰̘͛͛̀̅أ̶̢̭͚͕̥̥̦̱͈̞̙͈̲̤̈́̒̌̐̚͝ͅح̴̢̬̈́م̴̛͈̪̝͔͈̜̼̺̖̰͕̟̽͑̒͒͊̀̈̿ͅق̵̨̡̛̦̳͖̲̳͖̟̙̖̼̈̔̀͐̓̒̚͜͝ه̶̨̡̹̙̳͝ا̶̰̦͚́̐͑͑̏́̄̆͘̚͘ه̶̧̰̝̲̼̳̲̯̑̃́͌̃́̉̍̏̆̚͝ا̴̟̪̝̬̣̳̬̞̙̜̾̀͆́͐̿̇͋͝ ̴̖͔̠͍̫̦̘̜̞̝̰͌̐̊̅̎̓̾͋͐̒̍̽̂͘͜͝أ̶̪͍͍̫̳͔͓̺͙̻͌͐͛̂̌̀̾̽́̎ح̴̬͖͚̩̜̪̳͚͖̘̹͇̮̙̰̃̏͐̀́̒̃́͠م̴̧͖̖͎͕̤̳̒̀̀́̏͛̋͋͂̓̕͘͠ͅق̶̡͎̟͍͇͙̫͔̓̍̈̓̆̆̄͊́͜ه̶̡̧̣̰͔̞̈́̽͂̌̇̏̇̔͑̀̈͛̚ا̷̢̢̼̥͇̩̪̰̤̣̝̦̀̆̈̔́ه̷̡̟̬̰̭̤̫͓̣͉̎̀̀̇̓͋̈́́̎͋͂̕͝ͅا̴̜̩̩͖̊͋̉̆̍ ̵͔̹̜̝̫̒̎̇̒̂̿͆͆̅̓͝أ̸̞͕͚̰̞͇̀̂̀͊̍́͘ح̶̯̣̞̘̤͍̦̖̩̰̀̐̈́̉̀م̸̺̀́̍̊̆̀ق̵͙̿͒̓͝ه̴̢̛̛̠̮̰͍̜͇͔͑̀̂͗̈̔͑̒͗́̎ا̶̺̄̾̀̋̀̓̇̿̚ه̸͇̪͔̜̘͓̲̩̲̖̝̜̃̋̽̓͑̅̽͒̈ا̶̧̧͇͈̖̲͔̞̱̳̲̫̹͈̀̃̿̑̇͗̿̀́̈́͜͝ ̶̡͖̹̫̖̮̗̮͖͚̃̾̐أ̴̧̧̢̨̳̘̝̟͍̥̬̫̮͌͒͛̓̄̎̋̀̍͜͝ح̴̭̣̓̂͛م̷̫̟̮̦̣̱̯̱̗̯͕͑̊̓́̓ق̸̝͆̓͆͛̆͗̋̌̀͆̓̒͊̇͠ه̵̭̩̥̐̆̊̏̃̿̎̎ا̸̧̺̅̅̑́͠ه̸̹͈͍̰͂̀̆ا̷̢͈͔̣̻̜̝̙̤̘̰̋̅́̓̊̀̍͌̀̎͜͜ͅͅ ̶̡̡̻̣̱̩͙̝͍̜͎̪̙̎͂̈́͑͑أ̶̡̧̧̛̞͉̟̞̭̻̦͓̼͔͎̾̉͗̄͛̂́̓̊̉̆͠ͅح̷͔̗̱̻͉̝̞̮͈̫̣̐̋̎̍̀̿̅͆̏̈́̆̈́̀م̴̡̲̖̦̝̩̺͎̭̻̿͛̽͂͘͜͜ق̴̡͉̹͎̹̓̈́̾̈̈́̔̎͘͠ͅه̸͉͔̄͂͋̏̈́̄̉̀̄̽͒ا̴̟̖̮̈́̉̈́̒ه̴̫̳̥̇͂͐͛̋͒̓́͛̂͊͘ا̸̨̢̢͎̺̟͓̭̤̥̦͇͋̂̐̈́͌̿͜͝ ̶̨̢̧̦̯̠͖̮̜͍̽͆̾̽͑̈̕ͅͅأ̸̧̖̫͂͛̎̏͗͗̈̅̈́̄̃̕͝ح̸̡̬̼̳̬͓͚̠͔́̅̎م̷̡̮͕̘̺͓̥̭̟͇̀̏̑̌ق̸̡̧̡͕͇̜̣̼̼̗̥̱̰̫͂͛ͅه̷̢͎̦̣̬̦̼̙̞͓̲͕̀̎̄́͘ͅا̷̩̩͚͉̳͈̥͓̒͐͋͛́̅̀͘͠ه̴̨̳̭̗̙̲̳̝̭̤̩̣͂̓̅̎̒̈͛̐̀̓̅̒ا̶̡̬̬̯̯͖̭͈̥̟͍͔͖̺̅̓̽͑́̅͑̔̍̅͒̒̿̾̔͜ ̷̺̣̬͉̣͍̬̫̭̱̈́͋͒̈́̾͆أ̸̡̮̟͓̼̱̜̃̾́̐͌͋̈́͆̑́̓̚͝ح̸̢̛̤̦̝̙͓̞͕͓̟̗̞̦͂̈́̉̂̓̑͋̅͆͑͠م̵̉̎̈́̿̒̓́̔̇͌̍̌͝ͅق̴̢̫̱̞̟̜̩̮̙̻̩̹͇̿̅͛̎͌̃̄͝͝͝ه̸̼̰̯̓̽̐̏͝ا̵̛̖̘̺̳̀̍̋̓̌̽̐̚͝͝ه̵̡̖͍̱͈̌̊̂̆̆̕ا̷̨̫͛̇̇ ̴̢͍̯͈̐͂̽̀̾͒̈́͆̀͒̈́̈́̅̚͝أ̷̝̣̜͎̭̳͍̀̀̐͐̉̆̑̌̆̔͑̿͘ح̵͎̅̈́͂̉̂̾̂̒̎̕̕̚̚͠م̴̡͇̞̻̂͑ͅق̶̤̖̋̂̕͝ه̴̢̗̤̆̆͊̓̀͛̃̐͠ا̷͙̫̲̖̩̜̻̮͑̍͐͛̃̈́̕͜ͅه̴̡̛͚̲̗̥͕̻͎̎͐̓̈́̽̂͝͝ا̴̨̢̝͔͍̯̟͍̟̮̈̽̈́̚ͅ ̶̤̞̎͊͊̄̈́́̑̕أ̷̻̩̳͈͕̲̃̎̀́͊̇͊̈́̊̎͛̈́̄̕ح̵̨̤̜̮̌̅̽م̷̡͚̬̰͉͌͗̽̌́̽̏̂̊̑͆ͅق̴̦̗̝͎̺͈̭͍͚̝͖͉͎͕̐͋̓̈̔́̋̾̾͜ه̶̧̛̯̞̳͕͕̗͎͊̅̐̔̔̒͛͐̿̽̎̈́̆͘ا̴̡̨̫̯͎͍͔̜̠̝̺͆͂̀̽͒͛͜ه̷̨̱̖̦̤̪͍̻̹͑̓͊̋̈̇̑̋̽͘ا̶͖̝͑͛̅͆͗̆̐̐̓̕͘ ̷̨͉̙̯̤̲͙͙͇̻̰͆̑͌̽̽͋͆̂̆͜͝أ̵̪̗̣̿̓́́̍͗̔̄͆̉̈́̎͠ͅح̵̡̯̺̭̫̫̤̦͓̪̘̹̜͈̙͛͂͗̕͝م̵̲̟͖͈̦͎̦̗͕̒̏̇̌̉̈́̉̓͛͘̕͝͝ق̸͖͉̥̥̫̳̻̖̄͛̓̆ه̴̯͆̿́͋̔̃̀͒̓͐̂͘ا̷̨̧̼͙̗͕͇̖͇̜̓̓̽̎̓̆̀̋͋̎̒̉̎̚ه̴̛͕̮̻͔̥̱̦̬̥͙̫̝̈́̓̈́̓͗̉̕ͅا̷̳̅͒̀͊̅̍̉͌͂̀̕͘͝͝ ̸̻̦̱͔̾̔̓̓̋̂́أ̸͇̥̲̯̀͌̿͆͑̍̿̈́̈́̽̚͝͝ح̸̨͎̰̠͚̺̳̲̼̦̙̘̂م̴̛͓̣̦͓̮̹̭̬̟̩͓̀̾͊̇̎̀͗͑̄̒͊͘͘ق̶̢̲̤̗̖͔̗̞̟̟̣͂̂̇́̈́͂̏̈́̀ͅه̴̧̛̛̰̰͔͙͔̘̫̿̓̎̔̒̀̂͘ا̷͇̭͉̙̻̜̼̝͇̤͎̙̇͗́̃̌̓ه̴̧̙̤̯̭̓̑̿̇́̔ا̴̝̆͆̂͌͆͛́̄ͅ ̴̢̹̼̩̪̏̀̓̇̇̔͐̀͘̕͝͝͠أ̴̨̖͈̣̭̪̟͕̮̭͙̩̦̜̔̏̓͊͒́ح̴̧̲̩̮͈̚͝م̴̻̟̞͇͊͌̐̐̄̏ق̴̝̯̱̥͐̿̒͑͐͐͝͝ه̸̟̉́̐͝ا̶͚͈̎̊̃̾͒͆͗̋͐̂̅̔̏̏̏ه̴͚̦̪̞̹͒͋̏ا̴̰͖̭̺̯̖͚͓̾͑̌̄̌̏̾̏͛͜ ̴͚̜̫̓̿̈́̉͐̋̕͠أ̷̨̛͚͕̬́̄͋͒̒̋̃͒͘ح̵̮̲̮͓̬̥̈́̒̆̎͛̊̄̽̚م̸̡̨̛̳̦̞̳̙̫͍̣͊͋ق̵̢͈̦̟̫̲͉̟͍̞͕͚͛̂͌͗̏̍͒́̔͑́̒͛͝ه̴̦͈̱̰̝̉͛̑͐̕ا̴̧̲̳̤̰͇̟̹̱̳́̃̇͂̐̋͘͜ه̶̡̛̤̖̦̣͍͇̞̪̰̂̌̀̈́̄̔̋̊̀̑̔̾̆̚ا̷̧͙̜͙̮̯̼̃̇͐͌̇͊̀͂̈́̊̾̈́ ̸̨̡̦͍̙̰͇̞̹̲͐͛̒̈́̔̀̀̈͘͝ͅأ̴͓̌͋͊̐͂̿̐͝ح̸̜̹̯̞̋͑͆͋͝ͅم̷̛̤̻͇͍̞̻͉͈͎̮͕͒́̀̄̑ق̷̧͎̭̘͖̖̤̌̐̋̎̂͌̆̾̊̀̓̏̐̕͜͜͠ه̸̢̣͈͖̦̙̜̮̞̝̰̙͌̌̈̎͑̂̐̑̿̈́̚͘͠ا̸̢̧̡͈̙̠͉̳̦̠̟͎̙̊̐̃̈́͌̎̒̅̎̊͜͝ه̸̢̭̮̯̻̼͎̭̪̜͔̿̀̈́̊̓͑̃̈́̃͘ͅͅͅͅا̴̨̡̭̱͖̜̣̩̰̬̝̪̅̈̅̄͌̃̒̽̿͑͐̄͘͝ ̴̧̛̙̯̹̩̺̲̭̤̯͇̘̈̇͒̎أ̸̧̛̠̝̼̘͔̪̩͉̱̉͜ͅͅح̴̛̛̹͙͕̜͉̫̳̱̘̫̻̹̯̞̆̍̃̏͊̎̆̾͗̋̉̽̓م̷̨͚̙͔͗̒̌̌̓̈́̕͘ق̶̢̻̮̣̻͔̟͉̦̖͇͔̤͙͓͛͛̋͊̈́̌̃̈́ه̵̢̭̩͉̼̻̺̘̠̱̀̊͐ͅا̵̡͈̙̳̺̰͇̝̱̼̣͛͐͑̓́̅̍ه̴̡̖͎̮̥͔̝̖͍̇̾̅͑͑͊̿̽̀͐͠͠ا̶͉͓̱͚̰̘͎̰̝͋͗̋͆̒͒͝ ̵̭̣͖͍͓̫́أ̵̝̫̤͕̬̰̰̭̐̈́̈́̆͘ح̸̬͎̈́͠م̵̢̛̤̯̦̯̗̦̙̙͆̓̍̄͑̃͛͂͌́̊͌̋͘ͅق̶̧̟̭͇̖̭͎͖̲̠̣̟͂̈́̏̽̊̑͊̉̊͊͜ͅه̷̩̳͚̬̗̲͉̦͖̓̔̌͑̇̐͗̚͠ا̶̛͎̜̍̔̍̇́̕͘ه̴̰͖͖̥̓̀͛̅́͘͝ا̷̧̻̳̣̤̘̲̪͂͝͝ ̵̡̙̘͔͕̟̦̭͇̮̻̔͊ͅأ̴̡̡͔̜͈̳̭̮̱͙̜͖̰̋̒̌̌͆̈̂̑̈͐͆͘͜ح̸̲̘̦̮̙͚̼̰̀ͅم̶̧̡͚̬̙̱̩͇̫̘̻͈́͆̽̆̾̿͝ق̷̛̛̩̜̳̀̑͆̈́͗͑͂̉̆̋̚͝ͅه̶̧̜͇̼̗̺̞̎̏̂͘ا̷̬͔̗͍͎̗̺͂ه̶̰̜͚̞͍̮̌̀̚ا̵̳̩͙͔̜̜̖̫̝͙̭̫̆̑̾̇͐͛̔̅̓͝ͅ ̵̡̛̩̹̉̃̉́̀̍̎̂́̚أ̶̧͇͉͈̥̙̠̳̤̫̺̥͇͚͂͒̾̊̊͛̆̂͌͑̚͝͝ح̶̧̰̖̥͕̝̟̗̺̺̣͈̥̺̋̓̋͂͒̍̈́͑م̶̡͈̹̱͓̠̘̳̞̭͔̣̱́̆̆͑̀̅̓͛̋͌̒͝͝ͅق̴̡̡̞̝̤̣̠̖́͜ه̸͇̲̗̉̒̉͐̀̾̎̔̇̇̚͘͝ͅا̷̖̤͎͖̰̹͇̯̳͇͙́̄̋͐͜͠ͅه̴͉́͗̾́̀̓̚͠ا̸̛̛̥̫̰͎̙̦̳̬̠͈͉͓̺̙͛͑͐̂́̀͌̅̏̚͝͝ͅ ̴̢̛͇̮̰̤̠̖̪̝̗̪̼̓̐̽͆͋́̍̈̌̆̚ͅأ̶̡̫̼͓̠͇͍̣̜̾͠ح̴̨̣͉̲̜̹̪̽̔̐͊̃͗̋ͅم̶̖̉̇̋̚̕̚͝͠ق̷̥̝̟̗̲́̊̌̈́̀̉̃̏̃͋͂́͐͘ه̵̡̘̪̝̣̃͐̓̅̉̐̌̾̋̋̈́̇̊̋̾͜ͅا̷̧̣͉͎̟͈̥͙̼̰͚̙͕̹̆̀̃͗͗̓̀̂̀̔̈͘ه̴̯̬̺̪̐̅͗̎̆̒̐̈̐͆ا̸̩͔̬̘͚͉́̓͌͑̽̓̎͂̌͝ ̷̨̜͓͍͖͔̪͍͔͇̖̰̎͆̀̐̽̾͂̒̚أ̷̡͔̻͖͔̟̙̝͓͈̩̟̤͎̌̀̅̀͗̉̇͌͗̇̒̚͜ح̵̖̤̋̐̅͆̉̆͋̓͊̐̚م̷̤͕̅̔̀̈́̎́̈́̄̓̾̉̿̈͝͠ق̴͕͚̫̔̐̿͝ͅه̴̦̪̝͓͒̈́̒́̓͑̄͌̾̃͒̌̎̅̚ا̴̛̮̽̅͂͑̔̂͊̀̀͋̀̑̇͆ه̸̧͔̘͔̝̙͉̤̳̭͚͓͔̰̄̐̆̀̈́̃͝ا̴̺͕̑̇͘ ̸͖̺̙̂̉͆͐͑̐̓̊͛̊̉̔̕͝͠أ̸̧̢̣̯̻̰̬̣̠͓̬̆̏̀̃͗̋̌̅ͅح̵̨̨̯̹̗̱͎̱̜͕͛͒̈̒̅̃́͘͝ͅم̸̜͎̹̥̘̘̋͌̽̏͆ͅͅق̷̰̝̬̞̂̾͋̽̃̃̑̏̊̍̂̕̚͘͠ه̷̤͕͓͕͕͕̱̠̪̣̥̹͉͎͐̅̆͠ͅا̴̢̧̨̯̗͚̱̠̲̤͌̎̆̋̍̏ه̸̻̞͖̫̩̝̳̲̾̉̄ا̷̦̥̞̯̟̖̃̅̿̃̕ ̷̝̰̩̲̱̥̫̝̪̫͓̗͕̪͉̐̍̃̆̈́̿̇̒̅͝أ̵̧̲̤̦̮̰͎̝̲̙̫̀͗͐́̋̃̑̈́ح̷̨̮͓͇̩̬̜̻̯̜̦͎̄̆̐͊͋́́͊̆͜͝م̸̡̢̟̠͍̥̲̻͎̣̼͖̪̪͆͌̀̒̿̆̒͐͘͝ق̶̢̭̟̳̺̩̹̺͈̼͊̈́͜ه̸̡̢͓͔̱̥͕̥̼̱͓̟̉͐̓̒͒̑ا̸̛̭́͑͒̐͊͆͐̈́̏̍̂͘̕ه̷̢̳̬̜̠͖͇̻̺̤͇͎̞̬̄͜ا̴̤̳̈́̾̔̀͂͌͂͌̕̚͝͠͝ ̴̧̝͚̠̲̰̉̈̋̀̄̀̽͆̽̓͝͠͠أ̵̧̛͎͚͙̭̘̹̙̙͒̑͂̒̀͆͌̊̃͌̕͜ح̵̠̬̈́̋̈́͒͒̈́͂̓̃̓̇̒͘͘م̴͎̋̏̀̽̔́̚͘ق̷̛̼͙̫̤͉́͐̂̌̉͜ه̸̧̤̟̥̘͓̜̥̆̃̾̉̒̽̀̽̊̈́̇̇̾̿ا̶̥͗̓̔͆̉̌̎͑̋̒̏̓͘͠͝ه̸̛͚̟̞͖̽̓͋̈̉͑͑̅̇͑̐̿̕͠ا̴̨̧̳͙͔͖͔͔̞̙̺̭̰̀̀̇̃́̒̏̃̈́̂͊͊ͅ ̶̡̭̦͍̠̞̗͚͇͂͐̈́͘أ̵̠͖͔̫̰̙̫͖̗̱̽̽̔͛͋͋̆̄̄̚̚ح̸̨̪͙̩͉͔̦̳̮̮̜̼̄̐́̆͆̃̑͑͊͘͘ͅͅم̴̛̝̗̞͚̫͎̥̜̪̦̱͉͉̿̆͊̇̈̓͐̑̿̇̚͘ق̸̢̙͇͓̪͎̾̈́̓̅̒ه̴̡͔̜̺̰͇̩̪̆̆͌͌͆͂͜͝ا̸̧̧͔͈͈͈̟̲̬͎͔̲̝̫̈́̀́̅̔̔͆̚ه̷̡̣̬̯͖̮̣̖̪͉͓̱̙͐̈́̊̓̍̅̏̔̄͝ا̶̛͈̹̘̰̲͇̲̞̺͑̔̾͗ ̸̧͉̺͖̭̤̱̮̝̩̥̊́͒أ̵̡̮̗͚͕͐͆́͛̎̏͌̋̀̂́̎̎̌͠ح̷͎̖̩͓͎̪̫̥̞͇̣̗̋̆̓̋̋̀̐̑̌̈́̈́̂̕͜م̶̛̤̘̳̰̳̦̳̝̇̒͊̄̑̀͐̽͛͊̚ق̷̢̧̧͖̜̳̺̦̑̽̃͠ه̷̩̟͈̩̮̅̾͗̽̓̽̉̑̅̈́̄̿̂͜͝͠ا̷̻̼̟̝̱̩̭̮̎͒̽͗̀̈́̂ͅه̷̛̛͚̿͋̌̍̋͠͝ا̷̻̘͉͈͚̩͇̺̼̾̏͒̉̑̓̿͐̎͗͠ ̶̛̠̄̆͠أ̵̩̾̆̔ح̶̨̢̖̭͓̠͎̜̰́̂̀̔م̴̡̨̧̧̢̹̱̬͎͓̝͙̫̭̼̇̍͐̂̋̐̍̏̌̈́͊̀ق̵̡̢̻̟̺͎̖̮̯̔̑̅̍͐̆̓̆̏̎̃̍͂̕͠ه̷̛̱̫̽̽̓̃̇͝ا̷̲͔̹̣̻̭̲̝̝͇̿̅̊̆̐̔̏̕ه̴̧͔̝̭̰̥̲͒̂̒̂̅͊̍̚͝ا̷̛̩̠̟̻̹̳͈͇̮̘͙̖͋̒̂͌̊͋͛͒̌͋́͊͛͊͜ ̴͉̈̓أ̸͚̏̏̽͂̑̈́̏̍̌͆̚͝͝ح̷̩̤͍̮͐͂̈̓͋̎̊̌̀͒̍̂م̵̟̰̘͔̱̤̬̫͕̩͈̔̎̅͝ͅق̶͈͎̝͉̯͇̰̟͋̒͌̑̓̐̒̀̈́̚ه̶̧̨̘̖̟̣͙̣̮͖̒̒̐͑̄̆̽̾ͅا̷̻̽̏̀̀̈́̊ه̶̧̧̛̩͚͓̳̹̪̜͕̀͆́̂͆̋̆͑̑̒͋͠͠͠ا̵̧̨̡̬͓̯͍̯͂͑͊͛͆̆̃̀ ̷̧̨̜̰̪͇̻̲͎̬̮̤̙̝̆̈́͂أ̵̡̨̝̙̹͖͈͍̻̱̪̖̱͈̯͒̆̽̚ح̷̧̛̝̗͎̙͖͈͖̫̙̭̟̼͌̈́̈́͑̊̋̅̑̈̿̏̕͘ͅم̷͕̣̝̫̚͜ق̴͍͕͖̣͉̻̦̰̀̑̆̎ه̷̛̙̦̜͙͙͚͕͎̆̊͌̈́̔͑̆̈̚͜͝ا̷͇̀͆̉͝ه̷̧̩̘̭̱̉̌̄͗̏̍̆̃̐͠ا̵͚̖̖͍̣̞͕̟͙̝̫͔͉͊̊́̃̀͂͌̄̀͝͝ ̴̢̗̓̎͗̋̀̔͋̌̽̉̃͝أ̶̡̡̡͈̙̰͎̹͓̝̲͖̗͎̼̃̽̉̑̋̒́́ح̶͎̻͎̰͗͑̿̑͠م̷̢̨̟̪͓͓̤̖͊̉̄̈̈́͜ق̴̝̼̈́͊ه̵̨͇̰͙͉͙͍̻̠̎̃̈́͂͊́̈́̽͗̅ا̸̢̬̜̮̓̌͊̏̀̐̏̋͌͒͠͠͝ͅه̴̡̜͈̗͓̬̱̱̉́̿̔̑ا̴̯̔ ̸̧̧̧̜͙̞͈̹̠̩̫͔͕̟͖͋أ̵̨̢̡̛̖͓̲̪̘̪̆́͌͗̽̉̔͘ح̴̨̺̬̰̦̭̫͉̙̤̥̳̼̍͗̃͗̉̀م̸̨̠͕͍͖̝͎̗͚̝͉̰̺̮͌̅͌̅̉̔̑͠ق̵͇̣̥͓̠̠͉̐̋̽͂̃͌̉͑͆̕͝ه̵̨̧̡̭̜̟͎̪̽̄̔͌́̓̑̓̃͐ا̶͍̰̯̱͇̳̃̅͑͆͗͊͒̇͋̇͜ه̸̻͈͚̼̥͔͍̺̥̤͚̯͂͜ا̷̢̙̫̙͕̙̉̓̃ ̷̧̛̠̤͎̝̱͍̞̪̼̙̯̞̈́̀͑́̌̔̔̔̏̕͠͠أ̶̧̧̨̙͇̭͇͛͌̈́̿͐̒͑͂ح̵̤̅́͗م̷̩͕̦͚̯̲̯͖͇̮̟̟̼̖́̌͊͂̍̾͊ͅق̷̛̮̙̣͙̒̑̒̽̕̚ͅه̴̢̯̥͎̥͖̭͍̠͇͠͝ا̷̨̠̥͔̠̤̮͚̈̑̐̈́̉̂̆̈̄̐̄̍̕͠ͅه̵̨̛̯̗̊̇̒̇́̅́̀̓ا̶̢̛̙̮̤͗̽͒̓̎͆͜ ̷̥͎͋̿̕͝أ̴̡̨͖͚̯̖̤͕̮͚̯̈́̍̚͝ح̴̧̧̤͙͍̤͕͙̲̱͇͇̗͆͊͋̂̉͋̽̑̑̇̃͂͗̚م̵͍̟̐̈́̆̾͛̀͊͝ق̷̭̯̦̫̞͗̉̈́̒̏̓́̈́͋͗̈́̍̔̓ه̵̢̯͔̖̇ا̸̢̢̞̰̫̱̲̈̒̎̈́̈́̍̀͛̎͝ه̵̡̨̢̧̮͍̠̙̥̙̝̤̳̩̯̒́̽͗̃̇ا̴͍̩̲̘̖̩̖̦̗͖͍͉͓͐ͅ ̴̱͎̟̳̮͚͖̤̫̅́͋̋̈́̇͋̎͑أ̶̱̹͉̱̻̠̹̦̏͊̏͠ح̴̡̢̛̜͉̗͇̙̯̺̒̑̊̆̈͠͠م̸̧̡̭̺̗̱̙̫͔͔̫̯̖͇͈̔̍̌̋̐ق̶̦͚̜͈̪̹̞̪̲̝̄͌̀̍͐̄̽̈́́̾̑̋͑͌ه̶̡̦͇̫̻̘͚̼̩̤̻̣̱̋̎̑͌͋͋̾̈͐̒́͝ͅا̵͎͇̘̙͚̣̦͚̾̄̅̆͛̍̔̅̓̚͝ه̵͚̱̞͇̫̫͇̑̃͐͆̒̚͠ا̷̨͇̯̭͇̭͖̩̥̰̅̈́̑̑͛ ̷̨̗̺̤̻̗̪͔̤̥̱̣͇͌̀͊̓̋ͅͅأ̷̨͙̩̮͕̖̬̃̓̋͐̅̋̍̈́̿̅́͝ح̸̯͚̪̦̬̜͔̒̆͋̂̄̐̕͝م̴͔̯̾̅̔͑͑̇̂ق̵̡̨̛̝͇̖̠̝̲͉̖̰̲͖͐́̉̋̅̉̀̒̏͂ͅه̵͓̩̖̝̇͛͊́̐̿̇́ا̴̻̰͍̔̐̊̿͒̎̕͝ه̶̝̞̝̱̠͖̹̙͔̼̀̿̎̑͋̈́̍̚͠͝ا̶̧̲̲͇́̉̿̋̆̿̓̊̍͛͠͝ ̴͖̽̏̐̌͌̾̽͘̚أ̷̧̼̪̺̺̮̙͎́ح̴̨͚̣̠̩̩͓͋̈́̏̀̒̓م̶̢̛͚̻̦͎̹̙̱̗͛̚̚͜ͅق̸̧̨̧̘͈͙̬̟͚̒͒̾ه̶̧̛͈̺̬̫̠͇̪͕̞͓͎̿́̔̈̇̆̔̐͂̒̀̃̚͘ا̵̨̹̊̏̈́̈́̾͐͑̾̋͛͋̏ه̶̣̖̙̖́͋͊͒ا̵̛͙͇̙̱́̓̎̐̈́̆̍̚ 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̸̝̩͚̍͒̂̊̓̌̈́́̾̕أ̶̬̖̖̬̳̜̀̐͋̽̊̈̚͝ح̸̡̢̮̠̞͎̗̭̻̭͖̖̝̳̆̏̔͂́̄̈́͛̈͋̊̓͋̑͘م̷̡͎̤̼̯̊̀̓͂̍̈̉͂͛͠ق̵̪̜̣͕͕͎͙͐̇̊̇͑ͅه̵̨͚͈̿̓̚͝ͅا̷̨̤͕̹͓̰̭̤͈̠̺̝͆̀̐͌̊͊̐̋̒̅̀͒͝ه̷̛͕͙̉͛̈́̂̊͑̎̑̚͝ا̶̧̡̜̜̭̜͙̝͈͖͎̳̤̯͗̈̕͠ ̴̨̧̢̙̣͇͚̂̅͌͆̕͠ͅأ̷̧̳̤͕̹͖̫͕̝͎̱̩͔͛͌̇̎̀͌͑͌͒̀̉͜͝͠ح̴͙̺͙̮͍̲͍̗̮̦̳͔̥̖̗̎͐͝م̶̟̹̀̇͋̆̈͌ق̶̧̢̧̨̘̟̞͙͍͚̘̰͓͖̀̆͒͑͜ه̵̢̨̛̰̜̮̺̦̳̹͙̍͊̌͛̀͊̌͠ͅا̵̭̗́͌̏́̐͌̒͐̂̚͘̚͝͠ه̶̛͔̪̼̻̫̤̠̱̺̝̩͙̮͍̮̅͒̏̔̏̎̃̀̎̓͗̄ا̵̡̦̱͙͔̜͓̫̳̞̻̿̇̈́͆̋̈́̂̏̎̑̕̕͠ͅ ̵̛̙̣͔̼̹͈̤̫̱͓̫̪̅̇̉̋͜أ̶̢͔͎͎̩͍̮̣͔̘̜̟̖̩̃͂́̿̌̽͆̓͘ح̶̫̹̓̓̈͗̔͒̎̅̎̚م̶̢̭̜̦̖͙̥̹͙͗̑̈́̿̌̑͒͜͝͠ق̵̜̥̹̣̜̐̾̌͊̾̂̆͂̍̓̾͐ه̷͙̦̤̗͚̤̻͛̀̑͋̒͂͆̓̚͝ا̷̞̙͖̪̯͚̳̔͛͒̔̎̆̈́͛͌̿̾̐̕͝͝ͅه̷̢͈͕̝̱̲̄͊́̈̎̈́̄̀͆͗̀͠ا̵͎̯̩͇̜͕̹̗͒͂̉̄̅̌̉̐ ̸̛͙̬͉͉̱̣̊̑́̎̐̿̄͝أ̴̪̈̋͜ح̸̛͍̝͖̞̲̓̄̌̉͑̀̉̍͂̒͜ͅم̵̢̧̟̯̳̘͔͔̼̙̫͕͕͇̉̓̅̆̀̀͘̕ق̸̢̡̨̢̳̝̠̠͔̮̙͔̼̝̀ه̴̡̲̼̦̻̤͙͎̗̞̤͊̃͌̋͗͂̐͊̍̊͑̑͝ا̵̮̣̗̤͙̏̇ه̴͈̞̩̭͌̈̇̍̐͝ͅا̵̡͙̩̰̮͚̫͙̠͕̪͔̍̍̏̑̑͐̒̈́́̔͝͠͝ ̶̧̦̰̀̾̑͆̈́͐̓̅̒͠أ̶̧̹̞̭̮͇͉͆̈̃̐͌͊̀́̔̚ح̷̨̛̛̩͕̯̞̝̄̂̄̉̋̏̂̃̒̓͘͘͝م̴̨̢͈̖͇̘͙̩̰̤̝̩̰͔̽̆̃́͑̋̓̏̓̅̍̃͜͝ق̴̩͍̠͉̼̠̅̓̎̂̔͜ه̶̝̻̞̜̖̮͔͓̻̙͕̻͙̓̔͑̃̀ا̴̛͖̖͉͔̺̤͕̖̂̔͗̉͆́̈́́̉̅͑̃̓̈ه̷̞̭̘̭͕̘͈͚̖̹͖̈̈́̓̈̐̀͒̒̊͘̚̚͝ا̴̺̰̭̾ͅ ̴̨̛͈̪̳̦͕͓̤́͌͑̆͜͝أ̸̞̱̼̀̿ح̴̡͙̥͓̪͓͖̠͉̠̀͐̈́̈̓̍̊̀̚م̶͉̉ق̵̨̛̣̹̺̙͚̩̘̤̈́̀̿̎́͑̍ͅه̸̛̛̹̺̱͚̯̝̣̙̤̖͚̮̱͕̰͐̑̈́̈́̏́͊̉̚ا̶̡̨͕̟͍̙̳̲̰͖̰̙̤̻̱̊̀̑̌̑̈͒̈́ه̵̢̹̺͔̩͗͛̏̓͜ا̷̧̲̩̅͂̔ ̴̡̨͇̰̞̤̱̹̘̼̯̈́̐̔͑̚أ̶͓͎̮̫͎͎̟͛̉̅ͅح̸̠̮͖̟̫͔̎͆م̵̨͓̮̻͉̝̫̅͑̈́̑͌͜ق̸̛̛̘̝̙̳̈̈̎͐͑̽́͛̃̚̚ه̴̜̩̠̫̞̪̩̼͓͈̱͕̍̃̓́̇̀̍̎̅̄̆͋͆̅̚͜ا̴̡̡͖̮̘͈̙̗̳̳̞͛́̑̅̓̔̍̏̏̇̈́́̍͝ͅه̵̛̌͊́͆̅̄̚͜͠ا̴̛̬͚͍̖̹̹̹̊̒̒͂̿̈́͊̏̕͜ ̸̳̜̟̰̹̟̒͌̎̒̂̎̌̔̕͠أ̸͔̠̫͍͊̔̓͛͆͂̏͆̔̓̾̊̌̊͝أ̸̞̱̼̀̿ح̴̡͙̥͓̪͓͖̠͉̠̀͐̈́̈̓̍̊̀̚م̶͉̉ق̵̨̛̣̹̺̙͚̩̘̤̈́̀̿̎́͑̍ͅه̸̛̛̹̺̱͚̯̝̣̙̤̖͚̮̱͕̰͐̑̈́̈́̏́͊̉̚ا̶̡̨͕̟͍̙̳̲̰͖̰̙̤̻̱̊̀̑̌̑̈͒̈́ه̵̢̹̺͔̩͗͛̏̓͜ا̷̧̲̩̅͂̔ ̴̡̨͇̰̞̤̱̹̘̼̯̈́̐̔͑̚أ̶͓͎̮̫͎͎̟͛̉̅ͅح̸̠̮͖̟̫͔̎͆م̵̨͓̮̻͉̝̫̅͑̈́̑͌͜ق̸̛̛̘̝̙̳̈̈̎͐͑̽́͛̃̚̚ه̴̜̩̠̫̞̪̩̼͓͈̱͕̍̃̓́̇̀̍̎̅̄̆͋͆̅̚͜ا̴̡̡͖̮̘͈̙̗̳̳̞͛́̑̅̓̔̍̏̏̇̈́́̍͝ͅه̵̛̌͊́͆̅̄̚͜͠ا̴̛̬͚͍̖̹̹̹̊̒̒͂̿̈́͊̏̕͜ ̸̳̜̟̰̹̟̒͌̎̒̂̎̌̔̕͠أ̸͔̠̫͍͊̔̓͛͆͂̏͆̔̓̾̊̌̊͝

CHAPTER

ONE

         Thump, thump, thump. The only thing I could hear was my heartbeat. I opened my eyes. A sudden burst of light stunned me. I got up and looked around. Where was I? I certainly wasn't in my house. The room I was in was small and claustrophobic, the walls were colorless and the floor was covered in dark grey tiles. Was I in... a lab?

       I looked around. I spotted a door. I rushed to it and yanked on the handle. The door was locked.

       "Let me out!" I yelled. I got no response.

       "Where am I?" I said to myself. "Why am 

I here?"

       "I know why," a deep robotic voice said. "You're my test subject." 

    "Excuse me?" I replied.

    "You heard me," The robotic voice said in a sassy tone. "Now get in the test chamber."

    "The what?!"

    I was in disbelief. The last thing I remember before I was here was me in the living room. How the hell did I end up here?!

    The door opened on its own.

    "Like I said," Said the robotic voice. "Get. In. The chamber."

    I walked out the door into said chamber. It looked just like a testing chamber you'd see in a movie; a square, gray room with a large window on one side.

    "Now," Said the voice. "Let's get started, shall we?"

CHAPTER

TWO

    Surely this was a dream? There is no way I was kidnapped by a disembodied voice and put in a lab. 

    I slapped my face over and over again, trying to wake myself up. I banged my head against the wall so hard my I started to bleed.

    "This is no dream," The voice said. "This is real. And you are going to be here for a very long time."

    "What are you going to do to me?!" I screamed.

    "Experiments, tests, that kind of stuff." The voice answered.

    "How long will I be here?" I asked, trying to be calmer this time.

    "For the rest of your life. You probably won't survive, anyway."

    I was silent. I was going to die? How? Poisoned by some kind of chemical? Gassed? Burned to death? Torn apart by genetically engineered creatures?

    "Why are you doing this?" I asked frantically.

    "Because nobody would do what you're doing willingly," The voice answered matter-of-factly.

    "Now shut up. It's time for the first gas. [DCG-01]."

    Suddenly, four tiles on each corner of the roof opened. Tubes came out. I was being gassed.

    "Stop! Please!" I pleaded. "I have a family!"

    "Not my problem." The voice replied.

 "This is going to be fun." This voice said, psychopathically.

    I couldn't stand. I fell to my knees. I didn't know what this gas would do to me. I had accepted my fate, but then the glass at the front of the room was shattered. A masked man in a trench coat appeared.

    "Come on! Let's go!" He said in a distorted, yet barely understandable voice.

    "Who are you?" I asked.

 "I don't know about you, but I don't think this is a good time for that," He replied. "Now lets go!"

    I stood up and followed them out of the room.

    "No!" The robot voice said angrily. "Get back here, dammit!"

    Me and the masked man ran down long, white hallways. They seemed to never end.

    "Where are we going?" I asked.

    "We're going to get out of here." He answered.

    We kept running until finally, I saw a door. It was the exit. We opened the door but then...

    "This is new." The man said.

    It wasn't the exit. It was an obstacle course. There were floating platforms over a seemingly bottomless chasm.

    "Well," The man said. "Lets get to jumping."

    We jumped from platform to platform, trying not to fall to our deaths.

When we finally made it to the end, who stopped to catch our breath.

    "So," The man said. "You want to know who I am?"

    "Kind of, yes." I replied.

    The man took of his mask. They weren't a man. They were a young woman. Probably about eighteen years old.

    "My name is Marissa by the way."

    "Uh, hi. My name is Jake."

    I had no idea why someone this young was in a place like this. Hell, I had know idea why anyone would be in a place like this.

    "What are you doing here?" I asked.

    "What are you doing here?" Marissa countered.

    "I honestly don't know."

    We were interrupted by the sound of an alarm. The robot voice appeared again.

    "Hey, so remember how you're my test subject? Well, you're not really My test subject," They said. "I'm just taking care of you. Please come back. Thank you, bye."

    The alarms continued blaring.

    "Oh no," Marissa whispered. "They're coming."

    "They?! Who's They?" I said.

    "No time to explain. Come one!"

    "I'm kind of concerned about the They!"

    We started running again. My legs started to hurt, but I didn't stop because I didn't really want to meet whoever Marissa was talking about.

    "Where's the exit?" I said.

    "I don't know, the building's layout changed!" Marissa replied.

    Buildings don't usually just change, but I didn't have time to ask. 

    Suddenly, a hole in the ceiling formed as it collapsed. Water splashed onto the floor and the walls. It was a leak. As if that wasn't bad enough, the floor collapsed under us, and we fell into a deep whole.

Chapter

Three

    I awaken in a dark, wet whole. I'm lying on my back, half submerged in water. I sit up.

    "Oh, good, your awake." Marissa says crawling up to me.

    "Where are me?" I asked.

    "I think we're under the building," Marissa answered. "I've been in this building for years, but I've never been here."

    Years? This young girl has been here for years?

    "How many years, exactly?" I asked.

    "Five, I think. I was taken here when I was thirteen."

    What?! She's been here for half a decade?!

    My eyes start to adjust to the darkness. Now that I can see, I notice that Marissa took the coat off, now in a white crop-top. Now, that I think about, I have no idea how she got a trench coat and mask in a lab. I also got a chance to study her. She was tall, and she had tan skin. Her hair was short and hazel-brown.

    "So, why are you helping me anyway?" I ask.

    Marissa hesitates. She looks at me with emerald-green eyes.

    "Because I know what that gas does. It eats away at your skin, and melts your flesh."

    She looks down at her feet. "I've seen it. I couldn't bare to watch it again. I've been trapped in this lab for five fricking years, but I still haven't gotten out, despite knowing where the exit is. Or, was."

    I couldn't even imagine what that's like. I hope I'm not trapped here for five years, and I hope Marissa can finally escape too.

    I stand up. "Well, we're getting out of here." I say.

    "We'll try," Marissa replied. "But don't get your hopes up. This place has sh*t you can't even imagine."

    Well that was encouraging.

    "You've been here for five years, you know the layout." I said.

    "Did know the layout." Marissa corrected.

    She was right. The building's layout did change, somehow. Then how would we get out?

But we couldn't worry about that now. We needed to get out of this hole first.

    "So, how do we get out of here?" I said.

    Marissa looked around.

    "Don't see an exit... oh, wait!" She pointed to a shining object in the distance.

    "What is that?" I said.

    We took a few steps closer. I could make out the shape of the object. It was... a lever?

    "What is this for?" I asked.

    "It could be for anything." Marissa answered. "It could open a door, it could kill us, or it could blow up the whole building."

    "But why would there be a lever down here?"

    "I don't know. Maybe this place isn't just a cave under the lab, it's an unfinished basement."

    "Should we see what it does?" I said.

    "I'll take my chances." Marissa replied. She flicked the lever. Nothing happened.

    "Well, that was a waste of time."

    I smacked myself in the face. Of course it didn't work! What would a lever in a dark, abandoned hole even do? I felt stupid.

    I paced around to whole to see if there was an exit. Nothing.

    I kicked a rock in anger. It went about three feet, but then clank! It hit something metal. I ran over to it. It was a vent!

    "Marissa! I found a vent!" I cried.

    We worked together to open the vent door.

I doubted it would lead us outside the facility, but it would at least get us out of this hole. This hole probably was supposed to be a basement, and that's why there's air vents.

    We crawled through the tight, claustrophobic vents as we made our way up. We opened the 

vent to find ourselves in a random hallway.

    "Alright, so we're out of the hole. Now what?" Said Marissa.

    We had no idea where we were. We looked around for any clues.

    All of the sudden, we heard the sound of large, metal feet stomping our way.

    "It's them." Marissa said.

    So I'm guessing there were the people- or things she was talking about earlier.

    Large, robotic figures turned down the hallway. They spotted us.

    Subjects 094 and 023 have been spotted. One of them said. They were large, humanoid robots covered in black paint with one glowing-red eye in the middle of their faces. One of them lifted their hands at us, and harpoon shot out of its palm, barely missing us.

    "What the hell was that?!" I said.

    We ran in the opposite direction down the hallway.

    I nearly tripped over my own feet. The robots began to chase us, and I could hear them right behind us.

    Stop resisting. One of them said.

    "What are we going to do?" I said to Marissa.

    She pulled out a knife from her pocket and threw it into one of the robots' eyes. Sparks flew as it collapsed.

    "Where do you get these things?" I said.

    "Don't worry about it." Marissa replied.

    The other robot was still chasing us. It was only a few feet behind us. It reached out for me. Right before it struck, the wall next to it collapsed. A creature the size of a small elephant jumped out and grabbed the robot it its mouth, tearing it to pieces.

    "Oh, my lord," I said." What have they been doing in this lab.

    Marissa stopped running, and stared at the creature.

    "Interesting," She said.

    "I didn't know they made actual creatures here."

    "Don't get too close." I warned her.

    The seemed reptilian, with dark grey scales and long, sharp claws. It resembled an iguana.

    "Hello." Marissa said to the creature.

    The creature didn't reply. Instead, it opened its mouth and let out a high-pitched shriek that almost shattered my eardrums.

    It had teeth the size of a cooking knife, and it lunged toward Marissa, almost grabbing her. Luckily, she dodged, but just barely. They creature's claws tore through her pants, and her legs started to bleed.

    "Damn!" Marissa cried.

    She kneeled as blood started to trickle onto the floor.

    "Marissa!" I shouted.

    The creature then focused on me.

    "Um..." I stuttered. "Hi...?"

    It lunged. Unfortunately, I was not agile as Marrisa. I was knocked onto my back, and I felt as though my soul had left my body. The creature leaned in. It stared at me with its large, white eyes and back saliva started to ooze out of its mouth.

    I thought I was dead. Suddenly, I heard a yell, and Marissa jumped onto the creature's head and stabbed it with a knife. The creature shrieked, and it collapsed. Marissa rolled other the floor, both her and the creatures blood splattering onto the floor.

    The creature stopped breathing. The knife was still embedded in its skull. Marissa crawled to the wall and sat up. She clutched her leg. She was still aggressively bleeding. I stood up. I felt like I had been hit by a car, but I limped over to Marissa. Her legs looked weak. I tore off a piece of my shirt and wrapped it around her wound to stop the bleeding. The cloth instantly turned red. She was losing a very large amount of blood. She was her clothes were wet from blood and sweat.

    This was all I could do. Luckily, the wound probably won't get infected because the creature has probably never left the lab.

    "How are you doing?" I asked.

    "I've been worse." She replied.

    The blood was seeping through the cloth, but it eventually stopped. Marissa passed out from the pain. Her leg was completely pale, practically drained of blood.

    I took off the cloth to see if the bleeding had stopped. It had, but there was a huge, gaping hole in her leg, so I put the cloth back on.

    I sat down next to her. I didn't know what to do. We were both injured, and we were both trapped in a labyrinth of creatures and robots. I closed my eyes, wishing for this hell to end.

Chapter

Four

    I must've fallen asleep. I opened my eyes to see that all the lights were off.

    "What hap-"

    "Shhhh!" Marissa put her hand over my mouth. We were both lying down in a vent. I heard voices. They weren't robots... they were human. But they were distorted, and sounded like the voice filter on Marissa's mask. Except they were speaking... Arabic?

    "أين هم؟" Didn't know what they were saying, but they sounded angry.

    Then I heard another voice. It was familiar... It was the robot voice from earlier.

    "I don't know where they went, but I'll get them back, I swear!"

    "أنا آسف ، لكن يجب علينا الآن أن نعفيك من الواجب."

    "Wait, no-!"

    I heard the sound of tearing metal. suddenly, a severed robot head fell in front of the vent door. Oil was flowing out of its neck.

    "يجب أن نذهب."

    They walked away, their heavy footstep fading into the distance.

    Marissa took her hand off my mouth.

    "They're looking for us." She said.

    "Who is they?" I asked. "You need to be more specific."

    "The people who brought us here," She replied. "The Tretip al-alha."

    "They who?!"

    "All you need to know is that they're very dangerous, and they don't take kindly to escaped subjects."

    Great, I thought. Another thing to worry about.

    We got up out of the vent. We walked down the hallway, not sure where we were going. Suddenly, I felt dizzy. My legs were weak. I grabbed my head and leaned against the wall.

    "Jake?" Marissa said.

    My ears were ringing. Then I heard a voice.

    Golden Blood, Golden Blood, Golden Blood, Golden Blood. It wouldn't stop.

    "Jake!" Marissa grabbed my shoulders.

    "Jake!" My eyes felt heavy.

    Golden Blood, Golden Blood, Golden Blood.

    I closed my eyes. I could still hear Marissa calling my name.

    "Jake! Jake!"

    I saw a figure. A tall woman with flowing black hair.

    Jake. She said. There is more going on here than you realize.

    I kept my eyes closed. Marissa's pleading voice faded as I passed out.

    I woke up in the same hallway I passed out it. Marissa was lying down next to me. This was the third time I have passed out since I got here.

    I looked up at the ceiling. I felt like giving up. we had no idea where we were. We were tired and in pain.

    Marissa was still asleep. We were laying on the cold, hard tiled floor. Her leg looked better. It was less pale, and the blood that seeped through the cloth had faded.

    Her clothes were drenched in sweat. The building we were in was hot, and I was sweating too. It didn't help that my shirt was really tight.

    All of my limbs felt weak. I wanted to just lay down and die. I was afraid that if we got moving again, something would happen to keep us trapped here longer.

    I looked at Marissa. Her face was wet, with blood on her forehead. She was laying on her side facing me. She looked burnt out. She looked like she wouldn't wake up. Honestly, I wish I hadn't woken up.

    I placed my hand on her chest. She still had a pulse, so that was good.

    "Oh, this is wholesome." A voice said.

    I looked up. A woman in similar clothing to the Arabic men we saw earlier was standing there.

    "Now get up," She said in an annoyed tone. "We have work to do." I don't think this woman was here to help us.

    Marissa opened her eyes.

    "Jake, what..." She looked at the woman.

    "Oh, hell no, not you."

    "Oh, hi Marissa," The woman said. "Now let's go."

Chapter

Five

    The woman led us to a cell.

    "Get in." She said.

    We did what she said. She locked the door behind us. We were left there for well over an hour. Me and Marissa sat against the wall, waiting for someone to come.

    "Who was that?" I asked her.

    "Someone I met... a long time ago." She said.

"She's the one who took me here. She's also the one who murdered my family."

    "Murdered?"

    "Yes. She gassed my mom and my dad, and she shot my sister." She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "She was only six."

    My god. The people who run this place are inhumane. I wrapped my arms around her to comfort her. She doesn't seem as tough as she did when I first met her.

    Suddenly, it hit me; how long have we been in here? Hours? Days?

    Before I could ponder any longer, the door to our cell opened.

    "Alright, lovebirds," The masked woman from earlier said. "Come on. Time to have fun."

    She grabbed our arms and pulled us out of the cell down a hallway. I was really getting tired of these hallways.

    "We're here!" She exclaimed in a gleeful  voice.

    In front of us was a large chair that somewhat resembled a dentist's chair. Except, there were straps for your arms and legs and there was a giant syringe being held in a remote-controlled arm.

    "This is going to be fun!" The woman exclaimed. "You! Girl! You're first."

    She grabbed Marissa's shoulder and hoisted her into the chair. Marissa tried to fight back, but she was strapped to the chair with metal bonds.

    I wanted to help her, but another person entered the room. This time a large, muscular man wearing the same clothing as the woman. In his hand he held a metal rod with a glowing blue end.

    He walked up to me.

    "Try anything funny, and we'll kill you right here." He said. I could tell he wasn't joking.

    The woman walked up to a console controlling the chair and the arm. The pressed a button, and the arm pointed the syringe toward Marissa.

    The syringe got closer and closer. Marissa stared at it helplessly. The needle approached her stomach. Slime-green liquid sloshed around inside.

    I couldn't watch. Marissa saved my life, so it was my turn to return the favor. The people in the masks made a huge mistake by not handcuffing us. I kicked the man in the stomach and raced toward the woman.

    "What the-" She cried.

    I punched her in the face, knocking her to the floor.

    "Hang on!" I told Marissa.

    "Jake, look out!" She said.

    The man with the rod was approaching me. I grabbed a lever on the console and took control on the robot arm. I aimed the syringe at the man, and I struck. The needle went into his arm. His body started to smoke, and his skin began to peel away.

    I pressed a button and freed Marissa of the metal straps. She jumped up out of the chair.

    "Let's go!" She said.

    We ran down the hallway.

    "No!" I heard the woman behind us yell.

    We turned a corner and stopped. He were breathing heavily, and I bent down and clutched my knees.

    "Thank... you..." Marissa said out of breath.

    Unexpectedly, she hugged me.

    "I owe you my life." She said.

    "And I owe you mine." I said back.

    She awkwardly backed away.

    "So... we should probably get going." She said.

    "Oh, right."

    And then we walked down another white hallway. 

Chapter

Six

    The whole building looks the same. It's all just white hallways, with a couple rooms scattered here and there. I feel like I'm going insane. I feel like I'm going to pass out. Again.

    I can't stop thinking about what Marissa told me; her family was murdered. That got me thinking. What if my family was brought here? What if my family was being experimented on?

I couldn't think of that now, though. We needed to focus on the task at hand. Escaping this hellhole.

    We kept on walking. We didn't know where we were going, we just hoped we'd find the exit. Eventually, we can across a door.

    "What's this?" I said.

    Marissa took a step toward the door. She grabbed the handle, and opened it...

    It was just a closet. A closet full of cleaning supplies.

    "Damn," Marissa said, frustrated. "Nothing."

    We had no idea what time it was or how long we've been here, but we were tired. We sat down in the middle of a hall, and we tried to fall asleep. The cold, hard floor wasn't very comfortable, but we managed to fall asleep.

    I expected to have a dreamless sleep, but I was wrong.

I was in a dark room, much like the one I was in when I first got here. Then, I saw the mysterious woman from my vision earlier.

    Hello, Jake. How has your journey been? She said.

    "Who are you?" I asked. She laughed. Then, she stepped out of the darkness. 

    She was a tall, slender woman with flowing black hair. She was wearing a long, red dress. But it was her face that caught my attention.