Jash yawned as he was waking. "My head... It hurts so much." His eyes opened. The vision was blurry. "What...," he closed his eyes, "Where am I...?" He tried to get up. And as he moved outside, he bumped into one of the iron bars. "Huh...? Iron bar...? Am I in prison?" Suddenly, his eyes caught an object on the table outside the prison. The place was dark, but he could figure out the object, "Knife...? Knife...," Then it struck him, "Oh, right... The royal knife...!" It looked like now he had completely woken up. He saw the light and a person was closing the metal door, "Wait... You! Wait, don't leave me here. Stop...!" His voice echoed and slowly turned down, as the door to the outside, closed.
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The Detective: It's Your End
Ficção científicaWhat does it feel like, when the world's fate is in your hands? When people are getting killed, continuously. Is it possible, to share those thoughts? Or you'd rather be alone? When the first shock to humanity hit them, after being so developed, it...
