With how severe the punishment is for breaking the rules, you'd think no one will be dumb

enough to break them. Yet there are those who think they're the exemption, the special

ones. They think they're smart enough to get around the rules. Rarely does this happen.

But when it does, I'm the one they bother. Which explains the high speed pursuit I'm currently

having in the Appalachian Mountains. The creature's spindly legs dart desperately above the

thick canopies of the woods, her flailing arms breaking every branch with each stride.

For a brief moment she glances back, causing her eyes to meet. Which was the only thing

I needed. The confusion was evident on a rack in his face as I suddenly disappeared from

a view and reappeared behind the kneeling on a back with a black sword buried between

her shoulder blades. Her 12 legs buckled under the pressure and lost balance sending her

crashing 50 feet down, her rib shattered, my boots pressed on her neck for extra precaution.

I pulled out my tablet and opened the document file. Annabella contest her.

All of her eight eyes shifted to my gaze, but her head can't move due to the weight of

my boots, her gasping breath visible in the cold air. You broke the rules and performed

actions outside your designated mode of operation.

Sir, please, avoid straining. I was hungry and…

There was a slight crack as I pressed harder on her neck. I just saw a candle, slicing

upwards in a vertical fashion, splitting her upper body in half. Every single time they

keep using the same old excuses. I look at the next schedule and place a venue in my

tablet.

I made a mental note of the time. It was 8.47pm and I'm currently standing outside the

gates of a large mansion surrounded by seemingly endless acres of woods. I waited patiently,

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