In order to become part of his game, I must follow his two main rules; (1) never get too attached; (2) always be ready for your most unexpected death. It's so simple, isn't it? But I wonder how the hell I've messed up with everything. Every thing. "Game over," he whispered. I am not even aware that his game was already over. He's Isly Resurreccion, and he gladly welcomed me on his game. The most ridiculous game I've ever known. -- This is a fan fiction of Isly Resurreccion from altheadelarama's artwork, APOSTLE THIRTEEN. Hi Ate Althea! Thanks for giving me a permission on writing this piece. Loveyah!

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