#rombhack

It was so bright. So pretty.

And then

I was back.

And it was there.

I could hold it.

Haha... I'm terribly lucky.

Life is a numbers game... You ever heard that?

There stood the guardian of the game. A hellhound.

I couldn't believe it. Obviously I couldn't, who would in that situation?

I knew I had to run. The sword stabbing through served as enough of a warning, but this? I had to go.

I remember seeing a jolt in the wires. And then, for a second, I thought I could see him looking terrified.

Then, it was looking down at me with the intent to kill.

I had no other choice than to run for it.

My key to escape was just ahead. That manhole. I'd probably accidentally lead it outside if I used the doors.

That's what I thought, anyway.

But my luck that day was terrible.

I managed to knock off a wire, but I wasn't lucky. He had his eye on another.

I went too high risk. Shockingly high risk.

The type of risk you can't run away from after you take it.

I couldn't help but think…

What would happen if they actually came? What the HELL would be waiting for them!?

The sword stabbing through served as enough of a warning.

It was a premonition, wasn't it?

A premonition that I