𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 - 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆

I am Emilia Varoni Kingston, heir to the Purple Scythe, and for now a Hider. I don't play the game, I kill it.

I am Hayden Marcelli Reeve. Heir to the Red Scythe and CEO of a future company that I'm planning on stealing from my Father. The best thing a Seeker can do is find things, but me? I destroy them.

Let the games begin.

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𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 pile out and the next group is 3 guys heading for the forest beside the school. Two girls follow behind shortly, talking with one another. And I recognize that brown hair.

Almost as if she could sense me, she turns around, slowing down her pace as she walks backward, the other girl forgotten as she joins the guys up front. Her eyes go over the school, the street near the parking lot. Her gaze goes right, right, right, then they stop on mine. She looks a bit surprised, which I can't blame her. I'm also surprised but I don't show it. She quickly looks at the car where we're all chatting, and something tells me she's connected the dots. A small content frown is all she shows as she nods toward the car, silently asking if they're mine.

I nod once, cross my arms, and mouth to her told you so.

She flips me off and turns back to her friends.

"Who was that?" Rider asks, coming up beside me as he cracks his knuckles, our rings glinting in the sun.

"No one."

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Here in Secraillo (Say-ca-rio), you don't want to get caught at night by Seekers. If it's spring and summer, half of us are Hiders. If it's fall and winter, the rest are Seekers. The aim is simple; if you're a Hider, you hide from the Seekers; if you're a Seeker, kill the Hiders. But for Emilia Kingston, she is also part of the Purple Scythe. The enemy? Red Scythe, aka Hayden Reeve. What does the Scythe do, you may ask? We are the reason why the boogeyman stays at home. We hunt, we play, we kill. For these two masked assassins, there is no room for mistakes, even less for love.
But what about