ログイン🦪 DALE LAZARUS 🦪“You killed him! Don’t stand here acting like the victim, you miserable bastard! Do you feel great about having deceived me? I didn’t even think you could ever be the bastard I want dead. I’m the fool for trusting you blindly, and I’m going to kill you, Reaper. I. Will. Kill. You. I don’t give a shit if you’re Dale or not, you owe me a debt, it’s time to pay up, you bastard!”I wake up gasping, my hand flying to my throat to check if it hasn’t been slit. That was Dora’s voice. I was trying so hard not to sleep so I wouldn’t have that dream, but I couldn’t stop it in the end.The cold breeze slaps my skin. I look around me, and I have fallen asleep on the bench in the backyard. Instead of going in, I drag out my phone from my back pocket and dial Samuel’s number.It is 2 am, and I call Samuel until 2:30 am when he finally picks up, yawning loudly and tiredly, “This could have waited until morning, Lazarus. I’m a doctor, I need to sleep well to understand my patients.
🦪 DORA 🦪I sleep for the whole hours until the clock strikes midnight, I stand up, releasing a wide, loud yawn as I twist my neck to ease the tension I put on it while sleeping.I get down from my bed; there’s probably no more sleeping for me since I just pulled up a sleeping marathon.I walk out of my room towards the verandah, the bright, full moon brightening up my mood. I look up to the sky, my lips pouring open in awe. The beauty of creation is amazing.It is then that something red flashing into my eyes from a distance catches my attention. I try to zoom in with my eyes to know what it is, and it is just what my instinct told me it is.The Red Card.My heart stops. I draw in a long, deep breath and release, rubbing my palms together. Slowly, I walk towards it with shaky feet. It is placed on a stone with a dagger beside it. I pick it up, and on it is the time of the fight; it’s a morning fight.Just as I lift it from the stone, a letter falls to the ground. I immediately pick
🦪 DORA 🦪 “I’m none,” Dale says dryly. Of course. Now, let's move on to the next question. “So then you work with Umbra?” The man retorts. My gaze travels back and forth from Dale to the strange man. He was desperate and determined to find an answer, and I am equally curious. Men surround us in half a second, men dressed in full red uniform and masks that cover their entire face. They are well-trained, and the way they arrange themselves while moving is like a practiced choreography. The tip of their guns points straight at us. I feel my spirit jump out of my body as two men hold the man down. “You’ve broken the law,” the uniform man in front says coldly. His voice is thick and creepy. “You tried to quit by fleeing the country. Now you have to die. You and your entire family.” Now, I’m more convinced that joining a secret organization like Umbra is the worst horror anyone can be trapped in. The man shakes his head, pulling the men holding him down forward as he trie
🦪 DORA 🦪Dale and I didn’t train. He never left his room since our last conversation, and I can only stare at his door, wondering why he’s locked in. I’ve also tried knocking, yelling his name, I even threatened him, bribed him with several dishes, but nothing worked. But as soon as someone rushes through our gate, screaming "Umbra," Dale cracks his door open and rushes towards the gate. I follow, only to find an average-looking man panicking and trying to seek shelter in our home.“Get out!” Dale screams as soon as he reaches the gate.“What’s going on?” I ask.“Get inside, Dora,” he yells at me.“And you,” he says, pointing at the man. “Get out!”I gawk at the trembling man, his face is red, his hands trembling, lips quivering, “I got the Umbra card, I only wanted to quit, I can’t fight forever, please… I have a family,” the man begs.“How do you know me? Umbra doesn’t reveal details about their fighter,” Dale retorts, gritting his teeth.“I once saw you walk into Umbra. I followe
🦪 DORA 🦪Dale has been speaking in Greek lately, and I can’t seem to understand a thing he’s saying. It’s like he’s telling me a lot of secrets in codes that I can’t crack.When I look into his eyes, I can see a lot of emotions behind them. He seems to be telling me something, like a puzzle I need to fit together to make it all make sense.I gawk down at my father’s grave, it’s an hour drive from Dale’s place, and since we are in the mood of not speaking to each other, I couldn’t even tell him I was visiting my father’s grave.“I finally hit top 2 dad,” I blurt out, cleaning the headstone with my bare hand. I drop the flowers I brought, arranging our family picture hung on a side, “And finally, I’ll go get you the justice you deserve so you can finally rest in peace. So I can be free from this guilt squeezing my heart. I don’t know if I will be here again or be joining you in the afterlife, but I want you to know that I love you, father… so damn much.”“Also…” I continue, “I’m sorry
🦪 DORA 🦪I pull down my soaked shorts and underwear, before reaching for my tank top, then I turn off the shower and head straight into the room to get something on.My dress is just like my mood, something simple yet complicated. I didn’t bother brushing my hair; I just put it in a rough bun. It’s not a bad idea to look as miserable as I feel. Without glancing at the mirror, I already know I look terrible, even wounds from the last fight I didn't treat have turned purple and ugly. I reach for the door handle, and Dale’s voice echoes in the hall. “Dora… open up, we need to talk.”I twist the doorknob, and Dale’s anxious face slowly comes into view. “Dora…” he calls, and I give him the best fake smile I can to ease his worry.“I understand now, Dale,” I murmur, and he twists his head to the side.“Understand what?”“It had to happen, it was a fair fight, and one has to die; it was unfortunate it was my father, but I think I understand now,” I blurt out. “Actually, I’ve always underst
🦪 DORA 🦪I’ve never been more anxious about anything in my life.“She’s here to kill you.”Thinking of those words became a part of my daily routine ever since I heard them. For the past few days, everything has been suspiciously calm. Well, aside from Dale drowning me.Yesterday was the toughest
🦪 DORA 🦪“The more you go, the harder it gets. It gets harder and harder until one day, you die.”Dale’s threat resonates in my head, and that one day… is today.From the corner of my eye, I gawk at the LED screen as rankings display and read until I hit the top 10, and it stops.Fuck this! Fuck
🦪 DORA 🦪Like I said, ‘accepting fate and getting used to my situation.’ Because what else can I do aside from accepting a doom I signed sober? It’s my third black card already. Which means the third time I’m going to survive a fight, my third kill, and another black card, bringing me closer to g
🦪 DORA 🦪Mr. Bald man lay dead on the ground, and my neck immediately flew to the ranking board. “This fight better rank me straight to the top 2 or else…” My sentence is cut short as I stare at my position on the ranking board, my body shaking vigorously.“Top 15?” I ask rhetorically. “How’s tha







