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[Unfortunately, The shift wouldn't end.

The shift continued to not end for a while.

Three tries, in fact.

Once again, it is 4 am, and once again, they are commiserating in a room - Moriarty's this time, which is clean and well kept.

The man himself is lying on his bed, groaning once before sitting up and placing a hand over his face.]

What is the Manager doing...I fear my guts will be permanently injured at this rate.

[Indeed, the pain of their wounds is only getting stronger as time goes on. Of course, they tried different solutions and fighting methods, but...]

At least this last time, it was the Army in Black instead of Nothing There.