My eyes were fixed on the card as I kept wondering while a dagger was printed on it and just right below the dagger was the name, "black daggers."
It was then a battle between my mind and my head as the former said it was only a design, the latter disagreed and said it was for a purpose. I wondered if I just made encounter with the children of the night.
"No? Can't be!" my thought disagreed. I wouldn't believe there was something like the secret cult. The secret society on campus has always been a myth. But no matter how I wanted to disagree, I can't seem to explain why they were all dressed in black. I remembered my mother strictly warning me not to join any society. In her words, they always die early. Even when I wouldn't believe I might have encountered with them, I know I was not going to call any stupid person. I returned the card back into the side pocket of my handbag and locked the zip.
