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Nova said, and Celia nodded, stopping when she remembered originally, their team was one of four. "What happened to the other lady? Did she get captured? I can make up a team real quick to-" "Thank you Celia but that won't be needed. She died saving us." Jonathan replied, and his voice sounded thick, as if he struggled not to let the tears out. Celia nodded, feeling a wave of sadness hit her. She was all too familiar with death, but even she knew it was a devastating blow, especially when it was someone she was use to seeing every day.

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

It wasn't the first, nor the last time they would change to red. The operation room was dark, except for the focused surgical lights. The staff stood silent, listening in terror to the beep of the monitor. This wasn't a moment of comforting, but rather a determining moment. I announced the time of death, and the only consolation I gave was the tone full of empathy. What is Guilt? Some define it as an act of committing a crime, and the conscience constantly opposing your act while it can. However, when it can't, the conscience leaves a bitter feeling that can never be destroyed.

ᯓ★ BREAKING NEWS: 30-year-old Ginger Cadette, the owner of the Bar & Life passed away yesterday due to brain cancer. Her family kept her burial private. With hard work and persistence, she successfully started and ran Bar & Life. But when she discovered that she had brain cancer, the business was passed on to her twin brother, Carter Cadette.

A dead body. ###

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

He nodded his head and sighed deeply. “The autopsy says that there’s no reason for him to die. Everything in him was intact and in good condition. He’s clean and has no vices that may cause a heart attack or any kind of illness.” “And what? He just died?” I asked, raising a brow. “You can answer that. We are humans, and death because of illness, accidents, and murder is mainly the cause of our deaths. I don’t know about supernatural beings,” he answered, and he had a point. Although we could die the way humans did, unexplainable death was something common for our kind.

She looked at me and suddenly at She stopped herself only to take a deep breath. “Alpha, Death is part of being alive we what we are because of it ! It is an exciting moment in life and it’s something which should be celebrated,” she said as if trying to convince herself to believe that “Besides without death we would take a lot of things for granted example your birthday like you are doing now instead of celebrating” She attacked me jokingly and I smiled.

It was death! TBC...