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Once upon a time, there was a girl and a boy and they were twins. The girl, Amélie, was bisexual, and the boy, Rudi, loved cats. Their parents lived in the middle of the country, and they lived in the city, but that was ok because at the time of this story they were both twenty-six. They only visited their parents once or twice a year because their family was rather estranged. The moment the twins' aunt heard Amélie was bisexual, she disinherited her sister's (their mum) side of the family. Their country was called Lanjia, pronounced Lan-yee-ah, and it had two main cities. The capital city was called Azantyssy, and it was where Amélie and Rudi lived together in a little apartment. The other city was called Troganja. One day, Amélie was walking down back home from a shopping trip, looking for a pair of skis for holiday she was going to go on, and she was aware of someone following her. She looked back and saw a figure in black jeans and a dark hoodie. She continued on for a few more blocks, and when Amélie checked the figure was still there always half-lost, half-hidden, in the crowd, never less than fifteen paces away. She finally ducked down an out-of-the-way alley, hoping against hope that the figure wouldn't know it was a dead end, a detour, and in the complete opposite direction from her house. Amélie turned round to confront the figure, who she could see now was also wearing a Covid-19 mask. Black with tiny grey skulls on. "What are you doing and why are you following me?!" The disgruntled woman demanded. "One like you... your energy, but not... who is ut, so similar yet so different..." Amélie answered: "You mean, my twin? I have a twin. "

"Yes! Twins!" The mysterious figure cried. "It is his time..." Amélie gasped, suddenly comprehending. "You're Death! I have to tell my brother!" She raced away without looking back, and she should've, for then she would have seen the mask crease as the person smiled a sad smile.