Fear is not real. Holiday deactivates her safety. “Njar la tagag…” My razor goes rigid. PulseWeapon shudders and whines, priming. Body trembles. Mouth full of ashes. Wear the mask. Hide the man. Feel nothing. See everything. Move and kill. Move and kill. I am not a man. They are not men. The chanting swells….“Syn tjr rjyka!” Fear is not real. If you’re watching, Eo, it’s time to close your eyes. The Reaper has come. And he’s brought hell with him.
