Assault Game!

Trash Chapter #12

‘Pick up the watch. Welcome to the game’

I hesitate when my hand was hovering over the watch.

I shake my head and lay back on my bed.

“No rush, No rush. Let's enjoy the feel of phony freedom for this one hour.”

Though the letter had a tone of a negotiating merchant... I believed the writer could show up with the abilities of the devil to force me to sign up if I refuse.

“Or maybe it's just my paranoia. It made it sound like I can refuse their offer and go home. Ash, This is not like me.

Deep breath, calm, deep breath ”

But pictures kept popping up in my mind, and the video of how Dorian killed the first man was replaying when I struggle to clear my head.

“There are rules, and then there are lies. If I know how to play with their rules then I'll have a good start. But I don't know what is real and what is fake.

They are putting up this mysterious air to cover their faces. What is the goal of this game?

The only way I could not have been more of the