Ograhon

The years passed by, and people’s lives are moving in the future even with the advanced technology in hand. Not everyone is blessed. There is still unrest lurking in the corners of the night. While every detective and police station has upgraded with new equipment, the ones in the dark are also upgraded to kill. The only question is, which is the right side? In the middle of the confusion, a masked assassin rises over dropping bodies in his path. The only difference, he murders criminals masked under the painting of the society elites. The question is. Where does it end?

The masked man cleans the handle of the knife and throws it into the dumpster. The masked man plans to kill the man, but luck is in his favor. The target comes into the place alone, looking scared and fidgety. The masked man stabs the man with a knife, leaving him with fear and tears. The masked man takes one last look at the dead body before moving towards the dumpster. He drops the knife on the ground, puts gloves on the ground, and pats the cat on his shoulder. He removes his mask and puts it on the ground close to the knife, leaving the scene in darkness.

100 Faces

“I wonder if something is missing here,” Ralph said, making a face. 


The party was sitting all around the hilltop. He could see all the happy faces. Blythe was sitting on a top stone as well. The orange glow was the brightest, and with the inclusion of the breeze, its weight increased. The clothes around them fluttered. Blythe felt her legs shake a bit. Somehow, the environment was making her mind relax. The jittery feeling went away. She could not understand what was making her this relaxed. Not that she was a troublesome one usually, but this calm is something that hardly felt like this. 


“This is a good place; might as well enjoy it while it lasts,” Joe added to their conversation. 


He was sweaty from the walking. Joe pushed Blythe to another side and then sat. His legs creaked with the sound of the iron as he made a groan. 


Chapter 22(pt-1)