Ankit threw the phone. It hit the wall and clattered to the floor, screen-down. The room was silent except for the fan’s whir. He was breathing hard. His hands were shaking.
“I’m not the buddy, Ankit. I’m the punching bag you made yourself.” kick the buddy 2 mod apk
That night, he didn’t dream of explosions or anvils. He dreamed of a grey void, and a pair of sad, brown eyes swinging from rusted chains, whispering over and over: “You don’t need a mod to unlock me. You’ve had me all along.” Ankit threw the phone
Thwack. Boom. Zap. The sounds were a lullaby. and a pair of sad
Why do you like hurting me, Ankit?