Escape The Reich

“Rachel, Vince.”

Both of them were holding blunt daggers in their hands, and their faces had ghostly expressions.

“What is the meaning of this?” Harris asked.

“Vince told me everything about you when we escaped,” said Rachel, sneering and slowly ambling towards Harris.

“Told you what?” Harris asked, cautiously taking a step backwards. Fear was splashed on his face. His eyes moved frantically between the two.

“Why would you stage all of this?” Rachel asked, taking another menacing step forward. “I should have known?”





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