Tracking down his original body after it had been stolen from his was no easy feat, but now Peter was standing with a gun pointed to his former head unsure of what to do next.
He thought this would be ample threat to get this woman to give him his body back. Instead, she seemed pretty smug and confident that he wouldn’t pull the trigger. After all, she argued, he was miserable enough that he’d make the threat in the first place, firing the gun would only doom him to spend the rest of his life in a body he hated.
Peter was well aware of this, yet as he slowly squeezed the trigger, he hoped he wouldn’t have to. He hoped she knew he was serious without...
The shot rang out through the forest. Peter knew there was no going back.
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