^{NOT a game ? well. doesn’t every trickster, murderer, betrayer swear that THIS ONE TIME it wasn’t just out of fun at all ? every muscle tensed, fingers slowly freezing amelia realized that even though she didn’t bothered about the cold, goosebumps covered her arms. something was WRONG. she had to leave. this wasn’t a situation she shouldn’t be in — especially not alone. especially not THAT LATE.  ❝ i’ve seen many of your kind and NONE was a good kind of type, pretending not to care. ❞, she spit out her disbelief, still staring at the other. ❝ maybe i don’t care, but i swear you. if you don’t get out of my way, i’ll freeze your ASS. ❞}

                _{❝ —— and what EXACTLY is my kind?  ❞ it was a question that DEMANDED an answer due to the fact that he personally DIDN’T think there were any OTHER’S like him. even if there were, he DOUBTED it would matter in all reality,} 

❝ ‘cause, there is NO one like me, an’ i doubt there EVER will be. ❞