"An apostle of death? Is that her class or something?"
"I-I mean, it could be, but another name for an apostle of death is an apostle of darkness. She's part of the dark temple. The demonic temple. The temple of death. Our reigning enemy for thousands of years. A-Are you a spy?"
"Of course not. She's a teacher at my school, and I'm part of a team from our school that specializes in assassination… wait, are you saying-"
"Dude, your school is a base of operations for The Temple of Darkness. Th-This is good information," The woman in front of me stuttered, but all of this went through one ear and out the other as something inside of me quivered.
"What the hell… I can't… breathe. Why is my chest being crushed?" I wheezed, the woman in front of me quickly getting out of her seat and sitting me back up straight.
