Twelve minutes until death.
The dining hall was loud with chatter and the clattering of plates and cutlery. Almost all tables were occupied by the usual cliques and clans. On all accounts, it looked like a normal day. A day just like all the others.
But it wasn’t.
I exchanged a last longing look with Ryoko before we both headed to our own tables. Hers was with the other Shinigami in the corner and mine...
On the right, Aellyn sat at a table by herself. My usual seat was next to her, with my back to the Reapers so they didn’t accuse me of making faces. On the left, the main Valkyrie table seated Flavia and her squad. I didn’t really know the other members of her g**g, but she was my friend. A dear friend.
I didn’t have much time left. Where was I going to sit? Who was more important
