게임 소설 & 이야기

The ring of his phone interrupted his fantasy and jolted him back to reality. His mother. He frowned. He wasn't in the mood to spend time with his family, but he adored his mother dearly. He sighed and pressed the answer button, holding the phone to his ear. "Hey, Mom." “Casper! "I'm so glad you responded." He could hear her displeasure and concern in her voice. It was a pity that there was really nothing he could do about it. "I wanted to make sure you didn't forget about this weekend." Ryan is counting on you to be present."

Owen had a fever. Could she video call him and help get him to sleep? She stared at the screen for a long time before finally replying: "I'm looking for him. I can't come back yet." Brady never replied. She put away her phone, then she looked up and saw someone walking past the cafe window. It was me. She shot to her feet so quickly that her chair crashed to the floor. Everyone in the cafe turned to look, but she didn't care. She pushed through the door and ran outside.

he noted. ‎She said nothing. ‎Didn’t move. ‎Didn’t cry. ‎His lips curved faintly. ‎“Smart girl.” ‎For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other. ‎Then he reached into his pocket. ‎Pulled something out. ‎A card. ‎He flicked it lightly. ‎It landed at her feet. ‎Blackjack. ‎“Run,” he said casually. ‎And she did. ‎This time, she didn’t stop. ‎She ran into the darkness.

Calling me. The game is on.