A girl is lying on her desk. Her back is barely moving. She seemed lifeless due to her steady but subtle breathing. That is the most quiet place around that battlefield-
Ace doesn't know how to cook, too lazy at home too. Barely even knows any chores. Her favorite game is a cooking game because it's the only way she can cook without turning it into a disaster. Besides, she could do it for hours and never get sick of it. Even her brothers were surprised to see her playing something lame. Though both received an equal smack in the head when they said that to her. She also said that shooting games are a bore to her since it’s nothing different from what she does at work. Even boosting the good points of the game as well. That the nick of
He heard several footsteps nearing the door, so he jumped off to bed and wrapped himself in a blanket then pretended to be asleep. Felt the pillow cushioned as something was pu
"Step aside."
"She's like a ticking bomb, if you can't take the blow-you can't be with her." Ed mumbles as he gulps a bottle of beer down his throat.
"Are these info legit? Seems like utter nonsense to me." She is doubtful about the info she is seeing right now. She keeps on scrolling on the files on her laptop making sure she doesn't miss any of the details even just a
It's almost time for her daily routine. She took a quick shower and headed to their indoor shooting range. Rummaged her locker to get a few things. When she opened the door, she saw her father sitting on a wooden chair.It is
26 years ago...June of 1990
December of 1990"Yes I'll see you later then."