"Are you ok, Sir?"
Don't talk to me! I want to be alone for a while. Especially a- af -af- after that
"You need to get up, sir. It's over now!"
The words–the actions. They haunt me.
"Oh, get up you cry, baby! I've shown you worse.is this is all it took, then all those Samsung pictures have been in vain"
No, this corner suits me quite well.
"Sir, don't you have a wife? It's a shock you haven't been ntred at this rate. Vanilla looking ahh–just get up– I have somewhere to be at 10…can you believe a reader called me lame? They better not think this pipebomb is lame."
I- fine— let's get this over with.
"Knew you would come around!"
*Smoke alarms go off as mist comes in through the window, with lights flaring up and showing the words.*
Chapter 75: Winter Games… no relation to Hunter Games
[Clank!]
[Clarange!]
