"Hey, where am I?"
When I tried to look in front of me, what I saw was not a cow I used to be my punching bag. Not even my goddamn game console.
Not even a tissue above my table.
What in front of me is a nightmare.
He's smirking at me.
Those smirks didn't give butterfly to my stomach, but goosebumps in my whole body.
I gulped. "W-Who are you?"
He stepped. Then, stepped again. And again. Until he's literally in front of me. Almost kissing me.
Fuck.
But then, he whispered his name in my face . The very ugly name I had ever heard my whole life.
Not Dylan. Not George. Not Basilio.
His name is...
"Death."