14

GRAY

Last night was quite an eventful evening for me. As a person cage up in the darkness, my life is often shrouded in darkness and secrecy, kahit nga sa panaginip ay baril ang hawak ko at pumapatay ako ng tao.

Nasa kalalaliman ako ng tulog nang mag-ring ang phone ko. Groggily, I reached for my phone on the night stand.

“Hello?” With a gruff voice, I answered the call.

Isang hindi kilalang boses ang sumagot mula sa kabilang linya. “Grayson Fiumara, your time is running out. ”

“Who is this?”

Hindi dapat ako matakot o makaramdam ng kahit anong panghihina. Maybe this is just a kind of prank calls— hindi ko dapat ito pagtuunan ng higit na pansin.

Malakas siyang tumawa bago tumugon,“Names don't matter anymore, Fiumara. What matters is that your empire is crumbling, your allies are turning, and soon there will be no one left to protect you,"

“F#ck you!” mahiksing tugon ko bago ko ibaba ang tawag.

I’ve been through everything— and this fcking prank call from a f#ckard person doesn't matter