"Alex, are you sure about this?" Alan said to me as we left the meeting. "You are soaked in blood."
My dear brother was worried about me as he wiped my face using his handkerchief. The white cloth that used to loosely hang from his jeans pocket, turned red when it touched my face.
"Yeah, after all, one of us needs to take care of Clare. She cannot be left alone right? Plus after what you did by pretending to be me, she deserves an explanation." I told Alan.
"Haven't you already taken care of about twenty-seven people?" he said looking at the corpses that lay on the table. The room turned into a pool of blood. "Now she will be the twenty-eighth of the day."
"I'm not going to kill her; of course, I won't. All I have to do is approach her and try to explain her part of the story. I will explain to her about our past if necessary." I looked around the room. "Can you handle the cleaning?"
