Get In The Ring, Daddy.
“You’ve made a mess. Look at your feet, they’re covered with milk, it’d stink if you don’t wash it off.”
“What is it, Dora?” I ask coldly.
She sighs, her gaze travelling to the ground as she shakes her head slowly, “I guess this is the end,” she says. “I got the red card, Dale.”
I stay silent, observing her every move.
“Umbra wants The Reaper dead also, that’s why they favored me during my fight with Vengeance. They said they gave me a second chance so I could kill The Reaper. I cannot afford to fail,” she adds. “Tomorrow morning is the day that either The Reaper or I die.”