A week to date and the riddle is nothing more than a silly memory, the person little more than an uninteresting mystery.
They hold no allure any more and you have more important things to take care of than senile people spouting random riddles.
Or so you thought.
The next night, a stranger shows up at your apartment. They ask to use your phone. Not seeing the harm in it, you allow them in.
Plopping onto the couch to resume your activities while they use the phone, your attention sidles away from them and their conversation until their voice is very suddenly upon you. Their breath is on the nape of your neck.
"You agreed to be my sniper," they whisper, slowly withdrawing the bloodied shank from your neck.
Game Over
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Futile Trials
AdventureThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
