Even though it was midnight, the bustling city rushed toward dawn. Deadline pressures made it difficult to focus, and he needed fresh air. He opened the window, hoping the sight of stars might remind him of home.
He didn’t expect to see her. After all, who wouldn’t be surprised to see a girl standing on the ledge of a building, shrouded in shadows and inches away from falling?
The sight alarmed him. Until he spotted the black scythe in her hand, dripping with blood. Her dark eyes locked with his. Oddly, he felt a sense of relief. No more deadline pressure.