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"Sae-Byeok !"
screamed a girl. Number 067 stopped walking, waiting for what the girl had to said.
"Thank you. For playing with me." she said with a smile.
after this sentence my co-worker shot the girl. Number 067 flinch. "It's time to go back." I said in a cold tone. Tears flowing out of her eyes dripping down her beautiful face.
damn. It's enough to make a grown man cry. But not enough to make me cry. Others started coming back, either crying their life out or just didn't seems to care.
Everybody seems to be so- traumatized. I mean, I do understand why. meh. I don't feel any pity over those people. They're all ugly anyway.
After some minutes, the front man called some of us, which I happen to be apart of those. The workers who got called got to the front man office. We all got in, inside were the front man and the boss.
The boss. What a crazy old man. But who am I to judge him ?
"We decided that we were going to continued the game in Japan." The front man said with his deep voice.
'Japan ? Why ? We are perfectly fine in the island.' I thought.
"Go get all of the left players. Knocked them out." Order the front man.
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