Reapers.
I mulled the word over in my head. Something about it stuck, tattooing itself onto the deepest recesses of my brain.
Reapers.
“Why are they here this early?” I whispered, pressing myself to the wall as they passed me.
This close, I could see how similar they all were. Almost identical. Same height. Same dark clothes. And, at least in this batch, the exact same masks.
Kelly gulped. For a long moment, I thought she wasn’t going to answer. A ball of lead settled in my stomach mixing with the churning chasm of nerves.
When she finally responded, her voice was a breathy whimper.
“Because someone tried to escape.”