Imaez looks at Marie and Lloyd with hesitation. This was way out of his comfort zone. Never had he ever been vulnerable or given this information.
"I-.. I.." A brief pause. "…kill because I have a curse. My curse was something I got when I was 6. I have a limit on my life. I can't live past 20 years old. So every time I hit what I call a 'Kill Goal', I restart at age 18. I should be 22 right now but you know.. massacres." Imaez said while looking away.
Lloyd and Marie looked at him with a new perspective on him. All they knew about Imaez was he was from Cauthren, and what the Pastor knows. That he is the Reaper.
Lloyd looked at him and said with a smile — "Who cares about all that man!" You kill to survive.. That's enough for me! I want to know you better so… why did you leave Cauthren?" Imaez didn't wait for a response. Staying meant answering more questions, and he wasn't ready for Lloyd's question. He quickly answered. "That's not an answer you're going to get."
Imaez walked out the secluded area of the Outskirts and walked into the town. It was already midnight so he was searching for a hotel.
Marie and Lloyd ran up trying to catch up with him— "Jackass..! Don't just run off like that." Marie stated.
Imaez didn't even bother giving a response, he walked into the hotel and spoke with the receptionist.
"Three rooms please."
Imaez secured the rooms and went to his.
"If you're going to tag along with me, next time bring your own money."
The trio went to sleep and awaited a new day.
On another end, a man wrote in a journal.
"Imaez Austeci, The Reaper. 6'1, 192lb. Lean and built. 18 years old."
*Kekeke! Funny, he's been 18 for 4 years..*
"Lloyd Aurel. 5'9, 135lb. Lean and built. 16 years old."
"Marie Aurel. 5'6. 125lb. Lean but not as built. 15 years of age."
*Forty thousand to take the head of The Reaper… kekekeke! I'm gonna enjoy ripping his head off.*
Lightning struck in the air.
In the brief moment of strike, his face was exposed.
A man with a scar from his eyebrow to his jaw. Eyes devoid of any color, no wrinkles on his face, he was young.
"They don't call me Juren the Hunter for nun…"