First message
Running…panting heavily…tripping and falling…crying and screaming…agony and pain. That was the endless cycle of the hellish game other humans call life. Your entire life that was all you knew and there was smno escaping it because that’s how you were raised and brought into this world. On a late Thursday night around 11 o’clock pm, you snuck out of the house to avoid another beat down from your devil of a father and mother. Walking down a dark street with a single streetlight you hear something behind you so you immediately start sprinting. You spotted a dark alley ahead and you run to it and you see a group of suited men standing in a circle and one of them holding a suitcase with blood leaking out of it. You stand there in shock and horror and they turn to look at you with menacing gazes and suspicion. You gasp and turn around and runs away. Get her. The leader of the group tells the other men with are his henchmen. You start running as fast as you can away from a brutal death