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‘Even the grandmaster is f*ck*d! He came to realize that he was in deep trouble now! No! He was knee-deep in sh*t!

The colour of her face was slowly going to back to normal. Serra’s heart almost stopped as she looks at her friend. Crowd of thoughts swirl on her mind like a hurricane. Their eyes met and Serra could see fear, confusion and horror on her eyes. Her cloudy mind started to clear and a realization started to solidify in her mind, clearing the whirlpool of thoughts. Her heart skipped a beat. "Badblood!" Maddy said, choking the words out. She stood up and the colors now back on her face but she's still breathing heavily. She pointed at Mira. "Badblood!" Then she ran.

“Elana, listen to me. You just had a seizure. Liam said none of your dreams were ever that bad. Is all this training making them worse? What did you dream about?” -

he said firmly, looking deep into her blue eyes to ensure she grasped the seriousness of his words. She gave a sad smile. "Oh, how I wish that were true. But you know the consequences if I don't go willingly. Master Amardad is the second cruelest among them, second only to Big Master himself." Her voice quivered when she referred to Mostafa as Big Master. "How old are you, Berezira?" he asked, the rage building within him as he watched the constant shudders wracking her fragile frame. She was consumed by fear, a fear instilled by those monsters.

He hit his steering wheel hard, a lot of emotions swirled inside him. "I really need to get in control of my emotions" he spoke to himself Grace stood behind the window and watched him drive off. Marcus drove to work silently. On a good day he would have listened to one or two tracks from his favourite musician Bob Marley. Even after his death, Marcus still adored Robert as he fondly called him. He drove into his office compound roughly. "Good morning sir" the gateman greeted with smile plastered all over his face. Marcus looked at the man, nodded his head in response to his greeting.

“Really? You can pronounce their names?” “Well, no. But I’ve done close approximations for them.” He handed his notebook over to me. There were rough sketches of the Masters with names next to each. Comfort, Unscathed, Dark Melody, Skull Face, Cheeser, Manly, Killdozer, Gamba and Bisquik. You had to hand it to Maurice, he put the time in. “Nice. I thought his Dad sounded more like Biscuit.” I handed the notebook back.

“My God, I don't think I've played that game since college, and frankly I'd like to keep it that way because some memories should remain buried.” “Perfect,” Maddie declared, pointing at him as though he'd accidentally strengthened her argument. “The greatest tragedy of adulthood is that everyone eventually convinces themselves they've become mature, emotionally evolved, and far too sophisticated for bad decisions, when in reality most people desperately need to do something stupid every once in a while for the sake of their mental health.”

Just what kind of bad luck did you bring me again today, system!

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