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'LOOK BACCK !!' young master screamed at me. His handsome face distorted and his eyes were severe.

What is he saying?

I am very cautious that is what I thought I was. Cautious and prudent. However, I could not have guessed when my emotions took hold of me. From the first time I met Zubair I knew he was not human. The mirrors at every wall did not reflect his face. The bottle of water was poisonous, I drank from it before I gave it to him. He did look like my brother but he looked more like Master who lost his son over here. There are no travelers in this town because the travelers stopped coming here seventeen years ago. I thought he was caught in this town unable to understand that he was dead, I thought about all of this and came to the conclusion of taking him with me but the Zubair I knew but never met was lying on the ground with the broken lyre in his hand. The entity young master just killed was the real one.

Badump…. Badump…. Badump.

Then who was the one behind me? Who was that person who was breathing just behind me, His cold breath sending chills down my body? The real one, the shadow, the entity was dead with a fake lyre. The real one was standing behind me. The truth is that there is no loop hole in this town. the lyre player led me here.

'So, you guessed it Noor?' the sound sounded more childlike, it was of a young girl on more than five years old.

I slowly turned my eyes towards the who was smiling g deviously dressed in rags which smelt funny. It was the smell of blood and rotten smell of flesh. My legs felt numb and I felt paralyzed on the ground. The young child looked at me, her eyes nothing but black hollows and lips parched. Her long black hair were mated and her fragile body shook violently as she let out a croaking laugh.

'It is time to die then'

I was hit with the sound of the lyre piercing my stomach.

Ahh… so this is what death feels like .