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I was being chased by a clown and dove into the store right in front of me. The automatic doors slide open behind me. "Haha, let's play!" Swaying a red balloon, the clown steps inside. His white gloves are stained with dried red spots. In his other hand, he grips a blade. "The last person stopped moving so quickly. You'll play with me a little longer, won't you?" I hide in the shadow of a shelf. The clown laughs triumphantly, slowly drawing closer. Listening to those footsteps, I scan the surrounding aisles. Fool. This is a home improvement store.