

Halfwit's POTO- 16Alexanders body is tense as he steps out of the boat. Even though Christine is already at the door of the house by the lake, all he can focus on is the murky water. It had been years since his brother, Philip, had drowned here, but he still finds it hard to put the past behind him.Halfwit's POTO- 16
Alexander.
Even though she calls to him in a loud, clear voice, he feels detached from the present. All he can think about was when he saw Philips lifeless body floating face-down in the water. Despite the passage of time, it still makes him want to cry, yet when he tries, no tears flow from his eyes.
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Halfwit's POTO- Ch 15The man who stands before her is no longer the man she thought she knew. Rather than gazing upon the tragic figure of Faust, she is now looking at the wicked Mephistopheles. She can hear the water continuing to rush in, yet he simply stands before the box, gazing down at the scorpion and the grasshopper, doing nothing. Numbly, she stands up, tears still streaming down her face.Halfwit's POTO- Ch 15
There was now an edge of hatred to her voice.
I am giving you my life in exchange for that of my childhood friend, and I swore to you that if you would let him live, I would even abandon that friendship...
But if


Halfwit's POTO- Ch 14What is that I hear? Visitors, is it?Halfwit's POTO- Ch 14
Like a shadow, the masked man walks across the room swiftly, like a predatory beast that knows its prey is close. Christine finds herself quite shocked when he brushes past her. He stops before the wall and stands before it with his hands clasped behind his back. When she hears his short, diabolical chuckle, she feels as if something dies inside her. Although his body language indicates he is surprised, his tone of voice seems to indicate otherwise.
So it seems we have visitors, and at such an inconvenient time, too.
Even though he has made no


Competition PrologueAt some restaurant in some city in some place that's yet to be named...Competition Prologue
A big newspaper's restaurant critic comes in, and and the first person he walks into one big, ugly waiter by the name of Viktor who glares down at him and growls. As you'd expect from anybody else in the same situation, all he can do is let out a teeny-weeny squeak of fear. He takes one look into the overgrown brute's evil-looking eye and starts shivering, not to mention wonder to himself just what kind of freak this restaurant's got working for them and how crazy they must be to even hiring him in the first place.
"Um... Haven't I heard about yo
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-MODUS OPERANDI-Oh shit they are here and they're actually serious about it.
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