"Can you kill me, please?"
I must have looked startled because her expectant gaze saddened a bit.
"I'm sorry. What?"
"Can you kill me?" Her face brightened as she repeated the morbid probe.
Confused, I couldn't help but notice her rather familiar clothes. Faded pink jeans, knock-off Converse shoes. Little black hoodie with a torn right sleeve.
"You just looked a bit angry and I figured you'd be the best person to ask."
I stood next to the bench. My backpack dug into my shoulder and I shrugged it off. It'd be awhile before the next bus came anyway.
"Why?"
She looked down the street. The dim lights barely revealed the closed shops and l
So, someone is trying to hack my account. If they get in... I pre-apologize for anything they do...
On another note: I'm still succeeding in my attempt to wait until break to buy this game *fistpump*