A few more seconds of keen observation around the room makes me subconsciously brush down at my right leg where my knives are strapped underneath my skirt-- something I bring everytime for protective measures. There are three--no, four burly men in black suits, so buff and big they make the room too small for them.
He has always been like this, ever since the war had fully sunk into him. He'd often lose track of time even when doing the simplest things just because he has so many things in his mind, which would often result in an unfavourable end on his side. He'd completely forget to take care of himself…
In other words, if the door didn't open, there was no point coming to the door.
?I shouldn't asked what was so funny ?
i stepped up to you
Hmmmmmmmmmm fuuuuuuuuu
"apa kau juga keluarga korban?"
Xyrus:Hey!that's mine!
Sabagay ang layo ko nga pala sa kanila he he..
But if your end does not come, or if you destroy it ... then cry, my friend. Cry for the sacrifices you made, the friends you lost, the family you abandoned, the lovers you betrayed ... all in vain, my friend—all in vain. Have you ever written yourself into a corner? Let me explain what it is like. It is a personal, perpetual, dark hell of your own making—the wasteful redundancy that you will find both yourself and your creations wallowing in if you do not end the latter before your inspiration burns itself out. Cry if you destroy the one who will be your undoing before he or she is done. That was why the one before me let me live—to serve as the instrument of her demise. And that was why I, too, had the foresight of mind to let you live. Cry, if your Story becomes trite and numbing to reader and wryter like fast acting poison.
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' What kind of broken skill is that ' Yang yun thought