Helybe Ciete | Death Series One

ollecting souls to offer to him. It was now the fourth generatio

te while he's sipping the cup of black coffee and wat

t crying. Helybe Ciete was not about how much they bet, it's about how many lives they bet. "Belhyel Ciete, my daughter, the

the transparent room, he raised his hand as a sign to them to stop playing the

s to the floor from his beheading. The little girl giggles as the players start to run

rks mischievously as he feels the

her calm, because deep inside he knows that his s

from sitting to his chair. "The police will be here in a minute, Papa so please cooperate

His son shouted in pain, and glared at his father who's now looking at him blankly. "Y-You're n

crib again and kissed her on the forehead. "Belhyel Ciete, the day will come and you'll continue our legacy, the legacy of Helybe Ciete, whether you like it or not." His vo

fifth generation. As he walked to the front of the house, the servants in every room were sta

e music of Helybe Ciete, as he sat on the single chair the place started to lighten up