Over the next few weeks there were multiple attempts at my assassination, but all of them failed. Usually they were at home or in the cave, but one had been in the middle of a mission in Costa Rica, and another had come at school (what a nightmare that was). I eventually resorted to never leaving Robin’s side, home, the cave, and missions, and I stopped going to school, claiming that the both of us had a bad fever that could last for months. It was harsh, not knowing what was going to happen, where I was in danger the most.
The thing that freaked me out the most was that each knife was the...
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