Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Five
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[EIGHT]
    "And what makes 당신 say that?" Tabra asked.
    "Well, I found this, outside this morning as I was getting my mail." Jerek went over to his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a knife.
    That's weird, I never saw Jerek leave to get the mail - CYD! So, not the point right now! Oh, yea.
    Jerek came over to us with a 칼, 나이프 in his hands, and three words were engraved onto it in a firey gold color: 당신 WILL PAY!
    "Well, that can't be good." I said and Tabra laughed nervously.
    "Should we tell the others?" Jerek wondered.
    "No," I said. "I don't think it was for them. Look at the hilt. It says C.T.J. Cyd, Tabra, Jerek. It fits." I pointed out.
    "Or maybe it's the initials of the person who planted the knife." Tabra breathed.
    "Do 당신 really think they'd be that stupid!?" I asked.
    "They could be!" He said.
    "I wouldn't put my initials on the bottom of a death threat." I mean, would you!?
    "I think she's right. But, we can never be too sure. We'll take it to Verona." Jerek replied.
    "Who's Verona?" I asked, rising to my feet.
    "Verona is our Weapons Master." Jerek said, and I knew he was serious.