Rebel's POV
Lumunok ako while looking at the person in front of me. Naka all-black ito at may suot na mask.... but my mind is saying that it's dangerous. Bumaba ang tingin ko sa hawak nito.
A gun.
W-what is that?
"Are you ready to die?"
Kumunot ang noo ko.
I can't distinguish if this person is a boy or a girl. I feel like this person is using some machine to change her/his voice.
Hindi ko rin makita ang buhok nito because of the cap his/her wearing. I hate guessing, it's giving me anxiety.
But all I know is it's going to do something bad.
Umatras ako.
"S-sino ka?"
Even if he's/she's wearing a mask, I can feel his/her devilish grin.
"Me? I'm your grim reaper. It's about time for you to die,"
For me to die?
What's with my life? Why they are so obsessed with it?
How can he/sh
