Michael B Jordan POV

12:40pm

With the shades of the moon still in full view, beautifully illuminating, the owl's cry and its resonating flapping frolicking feathers. The throbbing arms of her wrist watch slowly pushed against each other, reverberating through the covers of silence coating the noir sky. Twelve, the longer slow running arm of her watch, halted upon the boldly inscribed 12.

"Hello?!"

Her eyes were drawn from the glassy apparel of her watch, to the slow creaks the door made with its hinge. She jerks up upon the loud bang that followed.

"Who's there! Show yourself!"

She said, amassing herself within her folded arms, as shutters of shivers cascaded her every being.

That minute I hated myself for choosing this mission; I mean I couldn't have picked something cooler but no I chose the roughest.

My body order