They stormed in without warning. Clad in black attires with masks covering their faces except for one, they looked to be assassins. Each wore fitted, long hand sleeves while their gloved hands held wicked, looking weapons. They were five in number. My mother and younger brother were in the room, unaware of the intruders. I … Continue reading Doomed


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