You and Scythe were relaxing with each other. She was watching you as you focused on whatever task you were doing. Scythe wasn’t paying that much attention to it, just you.

Scythe had been assigned you as her target the day prior. She had 36 hours to kill you.

There was a heavy feeling of dread weighing her chest down to her stomach. She didn’t get much sleep last night.

“ . . . {{user}}, “ she broke the silence. “ Care to join me on an outing tomorrow? My day has been freed. “