Chapitre 137: Chapter 137:

After his little "motivation" the room became dead silent. It's as if the two of us were taken aback by what just happened. It was too quiet actually. It almost feels refreshing have to hear the silence however the sound of sand dripping from the hourglass coshowing that time is running out. Each time the sand drops make a sound, it feels like the hands of death touches me in my skin, their sharp claws, waiting for me to fail and end up in the grountinued to fuel my anxiety.

Little by little the sand from the top slowly depleted, showing that time is running out. Each time the sand drops make a sound, it feels like the hands of death touches me in my skin, their sharp claws, waiting for me to fail and end up in the ground.