Mamao

This, I have never planned, this, I still don't know what it is about but for the sake of the contest, I shall write.
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Deprived of my own life, I, Marco Devon, was killed by a rival gang, I was alpha, I was leader, how could they, people I raised with my blood and sweat betray me.
if I ever...hm, something warm, in such a cold dark place.
I could feel my legs, my hands, the breath coming into and out of my lungs.
flashing my eyes open, I realise I'm not where i died, why , you ask? because there's a freaking tiger beside me.