I looked at it again. The white ceiling. The odour was as strong as the sterile room that clung to the memory. "Count!" I even still hear his voice, whipping loudly and unforgivingly. I shuddered, helpless, and cringed. "1 ... 2... 3 ..." I even repeated it when I was about to run. If it was still sunny out there, people might have started giving me strange looks and becoming the centre of attention. I guess that's the reason why I chose to visit at night, and also probably hoped that at any time she'd let her guard down. Being called a visitor also feels strange, and too familiar. On the other hand, the thought of being with her makes me sick to my stomach. This was a relationship that came about because of a strange compulsion. At that time I had no choice. I was just a child whose childhood was deprived, chained, and devastated by a se

Black Friday is symbolic of tragedy. To be honest, I don't know the original origin of the term. People tell stories, news of something terrible spreads, and suddenly it's widespread. Normalised. Considered part of an irrational tradition that hasn't even been empirically tested. I guess that's how a myth is formed.I don't believe in myths.However, the myth is now a reality.From the window of my house, I anxiously looked out.On an old Harley Davidson motorbike whose maroon paint had mostly faded, sat the person I really didn't want to see when I was about to greet the morning.Silas. Or Darren. Or whatever his stupid name is, depending on which story you believe.Actually, Elena had warned me last night on that last thrilling phone ring. "As we are now bound in a professional partnership, we sincerely hope you can make yourself comfortable with our other partner, Mr McKane. Disputes are unproductive, and we're both trying to avoid that, surely?"Elena actually knew about the hist

And it became even more ironic when I, who was also a materialist, took issue with this.On the way to class, I opened [Profile Menu].>>>>>>>>>>>NAME: HARRY MCKANEAGE: 16 LEVEL 9 HP: 1035/1035MP: 1089/1089POWER: 15VITALITY: 15AGILITY: 30INTELLIGENCE: 21SPEED: 35Skills:[Precise], [Balanced], [Cunning]Warning:There are 14 Stats Points that are still unused >>>>>>>>>>>I had too much on my mind that I abandoned what I used to pursue so much.Hm. That's a nice dramatic line, come to think of it, maybe I'll consider including it in the final project of Language class.Well, from what I see, all I need to do is a little balancing. I should consider that the opponents I face next will no longer be Keroco like Silas. However, they could be stronger than Michael.So what I need to strengthen is the strength itself.[Add 14 Stats Points to POWER?][Accept] [Decline]Okay.However, I must also remember that a person like Michael cannot be defeated with just '

Horrified, confused, scared.Susan hurt herself. I don't know where the penknife came from, but it seemed like she had prepared it from the beginning."Hey, McKane! McKane!"It was only a few seconds later that I realised my body was being shaken. Mr Henderson was trying to hide his panic, but the trembling of his body that seemed to be a contagious knee-jerk reaction was something he couldn't prevent when he came into contact with me. "Take her to the infirmary!"*#*"It's just a slight scratch, but it's not too deep.""But, he's bleeding a lot," I said in panic."It just looks like it. But, she didn't bleed that much. Maybe she'll just get a little dizzy. Just rest, drink, and take the medicine I'll prescribe later." Mrs Blake patted my shoulder with a smile. "That's because you and Mr Henderson acted quickly."Still. I sighed, not wanting to think any further negatively."Was she always like that?"I frowned. "What does that mean?""Does she got into some serious trouble, huh?"I

That's really fucked up thinking.What was that bastard Michael thinking? Didn't he say he wouldn't bother the people around me again? Didn't he say that Liz was the last one?However, I quickly remembered that Michael was a cold-blooded killer. He was a criminal, a criminal.So is Elena. So is Silas. So am I.Ah, Silas. That's right. Hearing Susan's story made me sick to my stomach and I didn't have time to bring it up.Wait, should I told Silas about this? That would create a frenzied split, and a more troublesome conflict. But can I stop Michael on my own?And that thought is what brought my feet here.No, they didn't. It wasn't purely walking.There was a reason why Elena had to take the car when she picked me up at our first meeting. Yes... although partly (mostly) to appear mysterious, but it was also because of the distance between the school and the casino.I took a taxi here, and still can't believe that I (technically) 'work' at this place.It's early afternoon, but the at