'I did not expect to see you today.'
John Cutter said, a cryptic smile decorated his face as the deathly gaze penetrated through his glasses, Ally's hoody, and looked directly into the deepest hidden parts of her memories.
'And-yet-you-are-ready.' Ally said, cutting through the fog in the room, 'did-you-really-clear-my-body-of-red?'
'I always finish a job that was requested of me.' John said sternly, 'do you suggest otherwise?'
He's right.
Ally can no longer sense the red pulsing within her, the sensations of worms crawling right underneath her skin and along her nerves, tingling and tickling all of her sensors without a hint of respect for consent.
'Now...how may I help you?' John asked, 'cause that's why you are here, right? You have come seeking my help.'
Was that the right decision for her? Was it her decision to make? Was she right to come here alone?
