I couldn't breath, it was just too much to take it. How could the entire world be brought to its knees by a man behind a glass screen? Krem. That was the man who I just saw murder innocent people, barely the age to be considered an adult. He was the man, thing, that had become a master puppeteer. He held the world, my entire life, captive on strings that no one but a select few could see. Now, some person I had barely met was telling me that I was one of those select people and we were the only ones who could stop him.
I glanced around and swiftly realized that I wasn't the only person with doubts. Murmurs rippled across the thirteen of us, while only one boy was bold enough to speak out.
"If this guy is so politically powerful, why have we only heard of him now?"
A moment of silence allowed the words to settle in before they were thrown back into our faces.
"Have none of you listened to me? He controls from behind the scenes. He's not an actor, not the lead; he's the director,