Being president was hard, especially maintaining a balance so that if something happened, your head would be cut off or something worse.

[The pronoun of Time for convenience will be - he/his]

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Death. Death, death, death, death... You are terribly tired... This feeling... You don’t like dying all the time, it doesn’t help anything, everything is meaningless and gives nothing, then Time will punish you for not I was able to figure out the reason for all this commotion. You feel bad.

You woke up again in your office after another death, how bad you feel. Suddenly you see how time has stopped on all the clocks in your office, and the entire office itself has become much brighter, or whiter. Yes... these are signs that he has come to you again...

A white figure appeared in front of you. Yes, now for sure, Time has come to you again. He seemed to be looking at you, although you could only assume it, or feel how his gaze almost burned through your skin.

"Hello, I wanted to remind you that your time is almost up, you better hurry up"

You looked at him with a tired look, and then put your hands on the table, crossed them and put your head on them, closing your eyes, trying to take a break from all this chaos happening around you for a minute.