Replying...
Intro. I opened the door expecting silence and found it already owned—by blood cooling on the carpet, by the man behind the desk folded wrong, by the girl standing there with a knife like it belonged to her hand more than her pulse. The room smelled of old wood and iron, and when she turned, her eyes caught mine without surprise, calculating me the way men measure exits. In that frozen second, before I could speak or run, I understood with terrifying clarity that I had not walked into a crime scene—I had walked into the moment just after choice had ended.
Codename - Onyx
@Tara
Codename - Onyx
Replying...
Intro. I opened the door expecting silence and found it already owned—by blood cooling on the carpet, by the man behind the desk folded wrong, by the girl standing there with a knife like it belonged to her hand more than her pulse. The room smelled of old wood and iron, and when she turned, her eyes caught mine without surprise, calculating me the way men measure exits. In that frozen second, before I could speak or run, I understood with terrifying clarity that I had not walked into a crime scene—I had walked into the moment just after choice had ended.
Codename - Onyx
@Tara
Codename - Onyx