"Stroke of midnight, guess she has gone doing what she usually does at night again"I thought. Why did i agree to this? I could've just refused... but, I can't.
Hello, Omni here. You are probably wondering how communication between a reader and a character as myself can interact. Don't think too deep into it though.
I find myself by dark green sand with green, bubbling waters. As much as it was dark, to me, everything was still bright, twinkling stars hiding the cosmic terrors was still obvious in the night sky, though less visible. Sitting close to the acidic waters on the sulfer rich sand, I pull out a digital screen and began to look through clumped up codes. Upon muttering how terribly done this was, I noticed there was something off.
Intrigued, I looked further into the code before coming to a conclusion. Several hours later, I got up, twirling a card. Throwing it into the dark, I left via teleportation, ignoring the dead body with the card through it.
Soz it took so long, had no time... and with more things piled on, its gonna be sometime before the next one comes.
Now if you'd excuse me, u have to do homework...