12:05 AM
Arthur blinked once, then twice. "Bloody hell…" he muttered under his breath. The ominous
ringing tone that he hadn't expected to hear in the next fifty years or so was blaring loudly in the middle of the almost empty street. That is assuming that he would be at least 70, but it doesn't seem likely now. Frozen under the flickering street light, his phone screen flashed "Death Cast."
Death Cast was calling him and that could only mean one thing. He felt as if the oxygen was
sucked out of his lungs.
"H-hello?" he managed to choke out after receiving the call.
"Hello, this is Cressida from Death Cast. Is this Arthur Kirkland?" a woman with an indifferent voice spoke from the other line.
Arthur Kirkland isn't that much of an uncommon name. It could be possible that they made a mistake, but then again, Death Cast was never wrong. They can't tell you what time and how you would die, but so far, they were accurate.
There was a longsuffering silence between the two of them before the woman spoke again,
snapping Arthur out of his stupor. "Mr. Kirkland?" the woman was obviously annoyed. She
probably sees him as another person added to her workload. Arthur was just another one random name in the list of names that she was about to call tonight.
The Brit opened his mouth to give a sarcastic remark, or maybe even blatantly lie about his
identity, but somehow, he can't find the strength to. "Yes. This is him," the sandy blond
confirmed quietly.
"Mr. Kirkland, I regret to inform you that you that you will be meeting an untimely death within the next twenty-four hours."
Of course. This is why Death Cast called.
"There is nothing we can do to suspend…"
The woman sounded so apathetic and it's so goddamn annoying. They are talking about a life here. When he was transferred to the US because of his job, he thought that his life was over, not literally, though. He was just fucking 23 for bloody hell's sake! His chest coiled very tightly.
Why…
"We suggest that you inform your relatives and say your goodbyes, and try to live the day to the
fullest. We are very sorry to lose you, Arthur," she says in a very insincere voice.
Relatives? Heh. Hell, if he had one. His parents passed away ages ago and for the longest while, his brothers never gave a fuck about him. What makes him think that they will now?
He doesn't even have someone you can call as a friend. That French colleague that he drinks with from time to time is excluded.
"We suggest you log-in to…."
Arthur hang up. He doesn't need more of her insincerity. He hissed and almost smashed his phon in the ground, before he actually knew it he is actually crying. He was scared of dying, after all.
Live life to the fullest? He had no idea how to do that.