Walking out to the open field, I felt the cold air from the night, I regretted not wearing a jacket. I strongly hate the cold, looking for Earl I’m met with a sound that terrifies me, a whistle that I recognize from that part of my life I wish I had never taken. Looking at the direction of the whistle I kept repeating in my mind, please let it not be him, please let it be another guy, let it be Pito, anyone but him, and my fears were shown as I saw Ball walking out of the forest area of this pack.
He was looking around this place as if he was impressed, I knew what I could say, and I couldn’t, looking at Ball I held myself to stay warm but quickly spoke up with all my strength.
“Do you want to piss off your godfather by stepping in a place you can get killed from?” When I said those word
