Soon after, I continued to do their bidding, and the Death List appeared out of nowhere, telling me that I may ask him to restore my memory. I agreed, and the next morning I awoke remembering everything that had happened. Remembering what I'd done was driving me insane. I accepted my fate soon after and never requested them to wipe my memory again. So I kept doing their bidding without question, never bothering to inquire about the origins of the names they provided me; all I had to do was kill them and go on.Years passed, and I occasionally remembered the man's two children. Curiosity got the best of me, and I resolved to track them down and find out what happened to them. They'd been placed in foster care, and they were shortly separated. The older sister became involved with drugs and was greatly influenced by them. She had many overdoses and attempted rehabilitation, all to no avail; she died as a result of an accident while inebriated. When the younger daughter turned e

While a janitor was scrubbing the carpets, Norval sprinted into the hotel lobby. A drop of his sweat tricked down his face and fell on the carpet and they exchanged awkward glances with the janitor. He assumed and continued to walk towards the elevator when he met up with Jalon. Jalon had a plate full of food on his tray, including toasted bread, an omelette, and a glass of juice balanced on the toast. At the same time, he was munching on a sausage.“Seriously? “Did you go for a jog?” With a bit of sausage still in his mouth, Jalon inquired.“Unlike you, I prefer to have my body taken care of,” he replied.“When the gods provide you with a body like mine, you don't have to worry about looking after it,"   Jalon remarked, throwing another chunk of sausage into his mouth, “We leave it to the gods to worry about that.”“I thought the hotel provided room service, so why did you come all the way down here?”“I wanted to do some reconnaiss

Norval was dragged off his feet by the force of Wardric's fists digging deep into his chest. He was almost coughing out his lungs, and he couldn't breathe for a long time. When he peered down, he saw his feet sliding across the concrete floor, almost to the platform's edge.To keep Norval from pushing back, Wardric sank his knuckles further and put more weight on his feet. He needed to end the fight soon and not allow Norval a chance to fight back, or he'd have to do something he didn't want to do in the first place, but the monks had forced his hand. Norval grabbed Wardric's arms and wrenched them from his chest, tossing them to the side as he put his palms to the ground to slow down. The intense friction would have easily peeled off his skin if it hadn't been for the gloves covering his fingers and palms. He finally came to a halt, his boots' heels edging over the edge of the platform; a single push would have sent him tumbling ten feet to the gro

“You will sit here and watch your son. Aren't you the one who persuaded me to come here? As a result, you're not going anywhere. Return to your seat and watch your son fail, just as I predicted. This will serve as a lesson to all of you!” he exclaimed, his lips barely moving as he spoke. He didn't even bother to glance at her before yanking her back into her seat. Norval's sister sat next to them, horrified as her brother's scream continued to reverberate around the stadium.“It's fine; none of the injuries are life-threatening. The umpire whispered to him, “I propose you withdraw, you cannot continue this fight any longer Norval.”Norval clenched his teeth and hauled himself back up, his torso lifted and his gaze fixed on the umpire.“I'm all right. I will see this through, do not stop this fight!” he said. He gripped the umpire's shoulders with his other hand and used him as an ancho

“Wishing you luck, Jalon.” Luciana said as she boarded the elevator and pressed the button that closed the doors and started the elevator's descent. The elevator abruptly stopped on a random floor and the doors flew open while it was halfway to the ground floor.Stanier entered the elevator, adjusting his brown gloves on his hands as he did so. He fumbled with his leather jacket for a few moments before noticing Luciana in the elevator. He froze for a fraction of a second at the door before entering.“Hello,” he said as he shifted closer to the elevator's right-hand button panel. Luciana never bothered to respond to his welcome, but he didn't appear to mind. He reached for his turtleneck's collar and stretched it out for a second before returning his gaze to Luciana. Luciana's head suddenly turned and looked down, as if she was trying to spy on him from the corner of her eye. He couldn’t help but smile at t