The hermit had just return from another mission. He sat on a bench in the AMBU HQ, waiting to check in.
While waiting, he sharpened his steely using his mechanical arm.
He went into his room sloppishly, on his desktop and went to take a shower. When he came out of the bathroom, the computer alerted that he had a mail. He walked to the computer and opened the mail,
Dear Vampirewill, I am heartcandiie, a pal of xiiaoweii. I wrote to ask you for your help. xiiaoweii has been kidnapped! i remember seeing the kidnapper somewhere in the movies and think his name is firebuzzy. Pleasehelp me rescue
xiiaoweii. Her grandpa misses her alot. NOTE:We’ll meet at the garden of yellow II. I’ve already booked your ticket to Orbis. Its at +3 GMT. See you.
.::END OF MAIL::.
With that, the hermit packed jis stuff and charged out. ‘xiiaoweii, my best pal-kidnapped?
sry again
He insists
You already knew this is too short.
Is this his story? Or is it yours?
It’s not that I dislike your stories,
I read your stories they are good.
Your stories are good but. . .
Too short.
plz erm im sry its my idea of the story n cos my bro likes it this way well, sry for the inconvenience
your bro’ is well. . .your bro’
Not you.
He is not you, your soul, your body.
You make your own life.
Not others.