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So I might do angry segs because—yeah.
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Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly Fugees ———●—————————- ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻
☁︎☁︎☁︎
"Umbrella?" Sangwoo asked. "Why?"
"My mom used to scold me for loosing my umbrella all the time. In the end, she only gave me broken ones. I always wanted a decent umbrella like the other kids." You said. The old man grunted. "You don't want the star? Do you want to switch?"
"No, the star sounds great. We rarely ever get to see stars in this day and age." The old man said.
"Alright, let's get moving. Once we know what we are playing, we can come up with a plan together." Sangwoo nodded. You started moving forward towards the umbrella.
"(Y/n)." Sangwoo said.
"Yes?" You turned to look at him.
There was a moment of silence as he took a breath in. "Never mind."
You just smiled at him then continued to walk forward again.
Once everyone was in their rows. Guards with triangle masks stood with their guns.
"Decision time is over. We will now reveal the game."
The doors with the shapes opened. Three guards stood inside the small rooms. Two by the doors and one behind a table.
"All players, please each take one of the cases in front of you."
