The 13th Day Theory (Book Version)Tyrese Ross
The 13th Day Theory (Book Version)
Mysterious strangers dressed in jet black suits held sincere captive in the library of Alexandria. The strangers didn't seem to have faces nor speak any distinct language but rather a dense humming that was chilling to the flesh. There was a briefcase sitting in the middle of the table solid as the blue sky with the initial N.W. on the silver handle. In a secret chamber surrounded by six men all pale as cement with red bloodshot eyes with a rotting smell of musk torching the air. This seemed like a sacrificial dungeon and I was the prophecy. My stomach turned like a kicking roundhouse and I grew dizzy with the randomness of reappearing...