Amidst the chatter of the excited, a figure looms behind the wall. He stares at the luminous object in his hand. His heart thumps, as he accepted the reality of his future actions. He understood that failure would mean death. This stark contrast to the joyous atmosphere made his stomach lurch. If he should turn back, he would face the wrath of his heart for everything that the “target” has done. He never wanted to live like that again, ever.
With a courageous yet timid step, he entered the room, sliding his possession into his pockets. No one were to see this, except the two of them. As he put one foot forward after another, journeying to his possible end, he gulped in anticipation.
And there he was, facing the back of the “target”. No turning back now, he thought. It was now or never. Silently, he tapped on the shoulder of the “target”. As the “target” turned around, he whipped out his shiny object…
He saw the fear in the “target”’s dark brown eyes. He knew he had lost. The letter in his hand was rejected without a single word.
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