Stepping out of my dorm room always seems to lead to a payday.
I am in a great mood as I head back up to Room 306.
But the second my fingers touch the doorknob, my instincts kick in.
Hmm? I push the door open. The living room is completely dark and dead silent. To a normal person, it would seem totally empty.
But my new Reaper senses are very sharp, and they are screaming that there is a huge, breathing creature currently standing in my personal space.
Click. Without a second thought, I draw my handgun, smoothly take off the safety, and load a bullet in the dark.
I walk slowly into the living room, keeping my hands perfectly steady. "Are you going to crawl out on your own, or do I have to drag your bleeding dead body out by the ankles?" I ask the shadows with a smile.
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