ETHAN WESTON
Just as I was heading home, Dad messaged me to come see him, and I had to reverse direction, driving out to the outskirts of the city where he lived.
As usual, the neighbourhood was silent and empty, having no one loitering around unlike the street where I resided.
I alighted from the car, walking in afterwards and just as I'd expected, he was right before the fireplace, glancing through a big book..
“The mighty death book.." I smirked, alerting him of my presence as I walked in.
The book had existed for decades and he had always regarded it as ‘the death book’. No one, whose name gets into the book ever survives.
No single person..
“What's so difficult about starting a conversation with a greeting word? Where the hell are your manners?” he took out his gun, aiming for
