Prologue
The Death GameA hazy, wavering scene. A dead end, with no escape possible. Someone, slowly advancing. A gun, as black as the night that shines above.
“No! No! Why? Wh-”
Bang.
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She bolts, green eyes flashing, raven hair flying.
What had been so terrifying?
A dream.
But why, how?
She cannot recall.
The morning is certainly bright, with sunshine and birdsong.
She sighs, trying to push aside the uncomfortable feeling.
Start another normal, boring school day.
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