A few minutes after Orland's death...
""Haaaa~""
I let out a measured sigh as I stepped through the crumbling doorway, leaving Orland's corpse behind. The blazing air of the afternoon met me like an old acquaintance, the silence of the anchorage dropping like a weight on me.
""Today's been too long...please just let it be over""
It was a futile prayer. A fleeting wish. I still had reports to file, clean-up to oversee—so on and so forth before the day could claim its peace.
""...""
Fatigue pulled at my limbs, sinking into the marrow of my bones. But this wasn't the usual exhaustion that came from a job well done, from hours of premeditated violence and precision. No, this was…something else.
Something off.
""Hmm...""
A slow, creeping sensation settled into my chest, foreign and unwelcome, like a whisper just at the edge of my hearing.
