She clicked her heels walking in direction as she thought outwardly.
"I thought being a rebel was fun but then I discovered that it wasn't, it's not fun at all. In this mafia game, there are a lot of questions to ask about, many questions. What is the belief of the participants, aren't they scared for their lives once they go against their masters? Aren't they scared they might come in contact with the devil? But then, I supposed all those questions are insignificant, it's supposed to be," she stopped standing at her final destination.
She stood in front of something which had a bulb reflecting its light in both her and that thing, she stood in front of it with a smirk.
She looked at herself in a mirror as she scoffed.
"Aren't you scared of seeing the angel?" She questioned taking a look at her appearance in the mirror, without her mask she adored herself.
Looking at the reflection of her image, it was.
Nanny Britney.
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