[https://rom.ac/img/65rr/64-04.jpg]

[http://rom.ac/img/49nmore/gromovavvy.gif]

As I covered on the floor, shaking in terror of what I had seen outside, the rust-covered door mail slot clicked open and closed. My eyes darted to it to discover a piece of paper falling through the slot. It slid straight towards me.

I opened the note up to discover a drawing within it with words offering me "Recruitment in the most amazing army".

Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.

For a minute I stared stupidly at the note, not understanding what it meant and then my mind clicked as I noticed the signature on it.

It was definitely... irrefutably...

Seven was alive! Alive!

As I ripped the paper to shreds memories flashed in my mind.

My past had finally caught up to me.

No matter how far I tried to run, no matter how long I hid... it was always there at the back of my mind, the inescapable fear and the guilt.

The ghosts of my past had come back to haunt me and they wanted vengeance...