[From the Author of Author's POV...] Emotions are like a drug to us. The more we experience them, the more we become addicted. The hardest part is not letting them consume us. But it's already too late for me. I've already been swallowed whole. *** I had no knowledge of the game. I was meant to have died. And yet, I found myself in this situation. A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made. What the hell is going on? ...and who am I? *** Discord : https://discord.gg/PEbN7fc2ww
"You want to sell this sword?"
The lady said, staring at the sword and then me. I didn't hesitate to nod my head.
"Yes, I want to sell this sword."
Take it from me.
If there was one thing that I desired, it was them taking the sword from me.
"….Please wait a second."
The young lady immediately left, and I stood patiently at the waiting desk. From time to time, I'd find myself looking back.
My face was changed, and nobody could recognize me.
Still, I didn't feel safe and every second that I stood there with the sword felt like forever.
Seconds stretched into minutes and shortly after a gentleman with long white hair, a finely trimmed mustache, and a nicely fitting suit came from the back.
"Is this the product?"
He walked forward, took out a small monocle from his pocket, and analyzed the sword.
I stood behind the counter and watched as he took out the sword from the box and traced his finger over it.