No matter how far I run, it’s waiting for me around the next corner.
There’s still dried blood on my hands, face and dress, but this time it’s not mine. No one can see it before the sun rises, but I know it’s there.
Everything is ruined. I’m ruined. And Susanna….
My body wants to throw up, but I won’t let it. I have a job to do, and it’s the worst task possible. An assassins errand.
I’ve been cut off from the bodyweb, ever since the funeral, when….
It’s not right! I can’t pant or cry or scream without calculation, and I promised Ai I would survive, I promised….
I need to find a place to hide, but how can I obscure myself from the all-seeing eye?