Twin suns crested the horizon, casting a pale light over the small campsite.
Mike sat cross-legged by the dead fire, clad in nothing but a pair of tattered underpants. The earth around him was stained dark red, a testament to the night's ordeal. Not a single patch of his skin was unmarked; his body was a canvas of gore and torn flesh.
He had spent the entire night forcing the changes to his circulation pattern, and now, he was nearly finished.
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