"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."