Third Person's Narrator
He stared at his image in the mirror as he switched on the tap and washed his hands after relieving himself. He rinsed his hands and dabbed them with a paper towel from the towel dispenser. He lifted his eyes again to his reflection and held it for a minute. He balled a fist and his jaw clenched. Nothing is going as he planned. He made sure that he killed him that day with the smoke even when he tried to escape from his grasp. He saw to it that he didn't survive it.
And he disposed his body in the sea so how come he survived? No one followed him that day so how come he saw him early this morning? In the sitting room and he looked fine. Could it be the smoke wasn't strong enough to knock him out or the sea wasn't deep enough to drown him?
