Prologue:
Twirling my gun on my right pinky – better known as Corshett – I tried to calm down.
“Marilyn, do we really have to do this?” I asked.
“Ha, Kyrin’s gonna kill us.” I chuckled nervously as the ship continued to move.
“I know, but we didn’t have a choice then.” Marilyn replied.
Reminiscing, I remembered the day we left Nautilus, the day we left home.
"You leave me SPEECHLESS, when you talk to me."
12:54 PM
12:54 PM
