Klint was drinking. It wasn't alcohol but something called Death juice. It was not addictive but deadly. But it provided him with a relief.
Relief from knowing the truth.
He dangled his legs as he sat sideways on his chair. His head was tilted back and he was dangerously close to falling down.
A shadow appeared and kneeled before him.
"Lord, we caught him."
Klint didn't look at him, he just swirled the drink.
The shadow was kneeling with the head down waiting for a response.
"Find a way to remove the tracker and find the truth."
The shadow nodded.
"Yes, Lord."
Then the shadow disappeared in a black mist. Klint took out a bottle and filled his glass again.
Sometimes, it was better to be in a blissful ignorant state than face your reality. It's happier that way.
Klint chose to forget himself.
It gave him a reprieve for a moment.
Just a moment!
Another shadow appeared.
