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the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

His voice was flat, the sound of a man who had already accepted his execution. ​"Julian, you can't do this," I said, my heart hammering against my ribs. The "Oxygen Debt" was a dull ache now, muffled by the strange energy of the clock tower. "If you give him your memories, you won't remember why we’re running. You won't remember... us."

Don Jose's cry was almost a whisper. "You are more than an animal! Because I was just a child, you killed my father without a fight! You have no heart that you removed the pillar from an entire family. Do you think how many of us lost our fathers because of what you did when we were strong you still?! Why did the police follow you like blind people? Is it because of the money? With the money now I'm enjoying it? What's the sign! Does it feel good to torture and oppress you? Now that you're experiencing hardship of the people you used to kill. Just be thankful that you're still alive! Because of the people you killed so-and-so. It's only right that you suffer for a long time before you die! S

Theo glanced at Mia before looking at Jax, saying, "Your Aunt Mia is with pup. That's what we're celebrating. Go back to your seat. Be a good little pup and don't cause a scene." However, Jax was having a hard time accepting this rather complicated situation. He clutched Theo and asked, "Daddy, are you going to have another pup? What about Mommy and me?" His words drew the attention of the other guests, who began murmuring among themselves. "Who is that? Liam's bastard pup?" "That's the son of Liam's younger brother, the one who died. I guess the poor little pup is still traumatized." I walked over and pulled Jax into my arms. I wanted to take us away from this ridiculous situation, but Mia

It was completely dark by the time Mom and Dad came back out of the police station after giving their statements. They were out on bail for now, thanks to their powerful team of lawyers, but nobody wanted to go home. That bare, empty 3000-square-foot villa of lies was now nothing more than a nightmare with its jaws gaping open. They brought my body to the city's most upscale funeral parlor. I went there along with them. This was the VIP funeral hall that was luxuriously decorated like a palace. The air conditioners were turned on full blast, and the air was filled with the expensive scent of lilies and chrysanthemums, masking the smell of decay.

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

"You did this! You brought them here to finish me off!" "I simply acknowledged the truth," Sophia replied, turning to the cameras with a poised, chilling elegance. "I truly hope Mr. Miller keeps her on. It is vital for the community to see that even those who commit the unthinkable can attempt to earn their bread. After all, at her current minimum wage, it will only take her... roughly four thousand years to settle her debts. It’s a long road, but she has to start somewhere." The news hit the internet instantly, categorized under the headline: The Saint vs. The Scrubber. The contrast was so sharp, so visually arresting, that it became the ultimate meme of the decade—the definitive image of "

I knew that I couldn't stay on the dark web for too long but for one last time I wanted to check if there was any reply to my post of last time. "Is there someone who could help me ruin Richard Vitalio because he killed my family," "Looking for his destruction would love if there's someone up to join hands," And to my surprise there was a reply to that. The username of the person was death, no wonder the name didn't fail to creep me.

He just looked at me as if he was getting bored. "Did I mention earlier that the Death Ministry was like a big amusement park?" I nodded in response to his question when I remembered that I had heard that from him once. But that nod of mine turned into a grin when I realized what he was referring to. If their Death Ministry is like an amusement park, does that mean that he's bored already in the amusement park?

Jason was in the room allocated to him and his siblings, wondering what to do while his uncle continued ranting just outside the room. Jason knew how it often ended. Daltom had a strong, superstitious community, and since both of his parents died, the locals wanted nothing to do with his. His eyes, one blue, and the other a light brown, was part of the reason he was seen as a wierdo. “I’m calling the cops on you, boy!” he screamed. “I’m calling the cops on you for assault. You dare hit me.”