Eight

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"Ugh," Aelin covered her mouth with a hand. Liquid almost rose again at the thought of her involved in sexual assault. How reckless was she that she'd somehow be thrown to such a matter? It was by far one of the worst things she'd heard.
The man seemed to have enough pity to let her use some quiet seconds.

"How...do I avoid it?" Her voice felt broken.

"You simply do not leave the house on Tuesday."

"When is my first kill?"

"The name will be delivered after Tuesday."

As soon as he finished the sentence, Aelin turned around and shut the door.

On the Tuesday, she didn't dare look outside her windows.

Jimin messaged her earlier that day to invite her to the movies, to which she had refused. Was the cinema where she would have died? In a cold, closed room? She shivered violently at the image and decided to never think of it again.

The stubborn side of her blamed the grim reaper for making her throw up so often. Her stomach was tired of it.
With her mind slowly beginning to shut off, she fell asleep on the couch.

Light knocks on her front door woke her up. It was just about midnight. As cautiously and quietly as a panther, she padded towards the door and peeped through the door viewer. It was the grim reaper.

Sighing in relief (right at that moment, she couldn't believe that she actually felt relief towards him), and opened the door. "What is it?"

"Your first kill."

She felt air getting swept out of her. The man handed her a card and she took it with cold hands.

Im Hye, 20

28 September, 6.11 am

She stared hard at the card as if the words would alter any moment.

"She is going to suicide. You may need a gun to shoot from a distance," he showed her the black weapon on his hand, providing it to her like it was candy.

"I-I never used a gun."

He shrugged, the first time she saw him do so. "You chose this path, your consequences. We provide, only."

"Then provide practice for me?" She said, almost shouting.

"Practice yourself. The pistol's already loaded with 6. Make sure you don't shoot too early or too late."

Before she could ask further, he turned to his heels and disappeared.



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