Jacob spent most of the night in his head, killing people had never ever been a major issue for him, because they almost always deserved it. But in truth, most of the people in this Tower, he wasn't sure if they deserved death or not.
One thing was certain, he was going to have to get used to killing from now on, because everybody else would try to kill him.
The night was silent and rather conducive for Jacob to process all the thoughts that flooded his mind. Eventually, he fell asleep.
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The next day came along. Jacob woke up with a vibrant yawn and jumped out of his bed. He felt rather recharged and ready to handle the day better. Today was going to be different from the previous day. He was currently on Level 81, so close to victory in the Tower, and very soon he'd be able to leave this godforsaken place, or so he thought.
