Having Chronic Bad Luck Should Be Considered A Life Threatening Disease

"Pat, we need to warn Mark. There's a killer after him! They said they sent him to attack Mark right now, so he is probably already there!"

[What! Wait, Arit, you're not making any sense. Who are 'they'? How do you know about the killer?]

Arit's brow furrowed in shock as she heard this. Does that mean that Pat already knows about the killer? Then, doesn't that mean that Mark should also know? This has to be what they have been trying to solve all this while. That mailman who came to deliver the box must have also been related to the killer somehow. This made this much easier. Since she didn't have to explain who the killer was, then she could simply tell Pat what was about to happen.

"Someone hired the killer to kill Mark during this battle. You need to warn him!"

[Okay, hold on, I'm -]

[Mr. Patrick, please take your seat. This is a classroom and you are not allowed to receive calls in here.]

[Shut the fuck up, you old maid! I'm talking here!]