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    Help. “Look, Chi-Chi, I’m happy to help you out, but I draw the line at being a blood buffet.” He scooted backwards, board still in hand, and found himself against a wall.


    Guards, he realized, listening to the things they shouted. That was better than monsters, although it was hard to forget that a pair of guards had wanted to shoot him. Still, it was probably better to take his chances facing the authorities than to try explaining why he had run away from them. But then he remembered that he was with Chi-Chi.