Regressor's Punishment

"Your—" my eyes filled with hope, surely he can help me.

Kevin stood up and walked towards the individual who landed on the ground. He and I knew him. "Storyteller" Kevin called.

"I know what you're thinking, Kevin Ackerman but—" Storyteller shook his head slightly, something that only Kevin understood.

I also stood up from the ground and walked in the storyteller's direction. I wanted to ask him if you could do me a favour.

"Clark Benjamin" storyteller spoke my name most politely. Looking at me, he could guess what I was in my heart.

Looking at Death, the Storyteller open his mouth once again. "If you don't mind, can we get some time, Death?" he asked Death for permission to which Death nodded allowing him time.

Snap…

With the flick of Storyteller's finger, everything stopped like someone pressed the pause button on everything.