I thought for sure it was a trap, which the mysterious man I met the previous night was out to get me caught. A really long-winded way of doing it but still.
He offered me an "exciting opportunity", he made it seem like the best possible thing that could happen to me, and not just because of my current circumstances demanded a change.
"Immortality, Eliza," Bill said.
I sighed, I knew what he was on about, but it still made no sense. Immortality was a thing of dreams and legends. Not something tangible. And sure as hell not within my reach.
"What's the catch, Bill?"
Of course, he waxed lyrical on how one hand washes another and how we have to work together for a brighter tomorrow.
Whose tomorrow? Not mine, certainly.
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