MAYA

“What do you mean a death clock?”

“The witch had placed a sort of kill switch between them. If they ever find each other, they die,” I reply.

”This… this doesn't make sense. Make it make sense! How did you all even come to that conclusion?”

I take a gulp of water to wet my throat before launching into the narration of all that happened.

“That… that is some messed-up shit. What kind of life must she have led for her to be thus twisted?” she asks, scandalized.

“Beats me,” I say with a shrug as I pop a fry into my mouth.

Our meals were delivered during my...