PSEUDO II
"Cursed you." I slightly slapped her hand, which made the small book fall.
Was she trying to fool me in the middle of the night?
Again, I'm drunk but not out of mind.
"Wait! Believe me. This is the book of death. I heard you a while ago. You said you want to die your uncle, won't you?"
"That's not a good habit, eavesdropping?"
"Hihi, no I'm not. It's just that even I'm far from you I heard it right because you were shouting." She showed the book and handed it to me.
"Here, this is yours from now on. Write at least 8 names of people you want to die, and this book will grant your wish."
"Then?" I asked a bit curious.
"Then, in an instant, they'll die."
"If you are trying to tell me that listing my hatred about others will help me to ease my anger, you're definitely wrong."
"Believe me!" She pulled my hand and put the book over my palm. "Ow! I need to go, someone's chasing me."
"Who?"
"The maniac." She dashed without saying even goodbye.
Maniac?
What's wrong with that girl? I just shrugged and looked at the book. It was a small black notebook with the word 'blood' on the cover page and printed in the color red. It was creepy; impeccable, though.
I opened the book but there was nothing inside it, except the blank pages.
"Fine, there is nothing wrong if I will keep this, right?" I concluded.
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