Even though she was dead, she had left a mark on him. One that would probably remain with him forever.
He got the feeling that that was her goal from the very start.
He couldn't know for sure, after all…
"…She's dead."
A maelstrom of emotion surged within him.
"Hahaha…" A weak laugh escaped him as he came to terms with this surreal turn of events.
He finally did it.
After eighteen long years, she was finally dead.
By his own hands, nonetheless.
It felt deeply rewarding to finally cut out that cancer of a threat from his life.
Yet, it also brought him more fear.
His eyes grew more grave while his body stiffened.
The severity of his current circumstances hit him like a train.
It didn't matter what their history was.
It didn't matter whether she deserved what she had gotten.
He killed an innocent evaluator in cold blood.
