Do you still spy on people? I ask biting on my nail. You know I can’t tell you… The fucker, can’t even drive… Even if we do. I roll my eyes. You know I’m all for a necessary evil. So, you could just tell me if that is the case. He smiles. That’s not the issue here. But why are you asking? I turn to look outside the window. I was just thinking that if you still were, why you’d actually need me? He starts laughing. And you thought that to yourself just now? He continues to laugh. Even after millennia, you can still surprize me. He pinches me by the arm as I scream. Stop looking so gloom. Isn’t this getting you closer to your dream? I turn towards him. You know you could have tried to cheer me up by not tearing any of my damn felt off? He chuckles. Well, it’s fine. It’s gonna grow back. Don’t worry. It’s not like you are going to die tomorrow. I sigh. I know, you wish. You wish you would, he says as he starts laughing again.
It’s up there. He points as he leans on the steering wheel. Are you going to be okay? He asked as he turns towards me. What floor? He starts laughing. You’ll see. As I get out of the car, my legs start to shake. Come, he says as we cross the street between the slowly moving cars. When we got in the elevator, I couldn’t see the number he pushed. There are two officers at the door. They are taking turns guarding the place. You can imagine that this is an exceptional case. His tone completely changed. You saw the pictures. There was nothing. I forgot to show you his raport, I will once we’re in the room. Also, do you know how hard it is to find a mortician when no one is dying? Ah, okay. He still has some jokes in him. Oh, hopefully being away from society for ten years, hasn’t made you more of an asshole. So, just in case, I have to tell you to be nice. They’re still people. Okay? A ding and the doors open.
We turn to the right and a cold wind hits us. Why is it so cold? A dry cold nonetheless. I start to shiver. It’s to preserve the crime scene. Try to slow things down, like decomposition. Or if someone moves, there is now sudden a wave of coldness. It’s like putting the tip of your finger on the surface of a perfectly still puddle. You create waves when you touch down. Same principle applies here. He stops and turn towards me. It’s here to the left. So, don’t be rude. I don’t know why he insists, I think as we turn left. Two officers at the door. One with a big fish mouth and scales around his lips. He was the one standing up. And the other sleeping in the chair. Big fish mouth salutes us as I can’t help but stare at him. I hear the door open, but I can’t stop looking at the man. His lips are so huge and full of volume. Don’t you dare. Get in the room, he says as he pushes me into the room. Sorry. He hasn’t been out in years. Doesn’t know how to behave himself some… Most of the time… As the door closes behind us I fall…
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