That bastard, though? Oh, that bastard deserved it and far more.
"Oh, I live with it. Every bloody day I live with it. What I've done? My blunders? Those will sit with me until the end of my days and beyond. The moment I try to move on from them," he inhales and makes a bit of a popping sound, "oh they just... come right back to remind me. The good days are a rare diamond in my line of work. Most days if you survive the night that's good enough."
He took a cigarette from the packs in his coat. John leaned forward, waiting for the flames to kiss it to bring it to life. Then, he placed it in his mouth and took a long drag.
"Those poor girls are at rest, the one made it home, and the bastard is dead. That doesn't mean it's over. Something darker is causing evil to rise and bubble--act more violent than normal. And I'm fucking stuck here in a ghost town."
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That bastard, though? Oh, that bastard deserved it and far more.
"Oh, I live with it. Every bloody day I live with it. What I've done? My blunders? Those will sit with me until the end of my days and beyond. The moment I try to move on from them," he inhales and makes a bit of a popping sound, "oh they just... come right back to remind me. The good days are a rare diamond in my line of work. Most days if you survive the night that's good enough."
He took a cigarette from the packs in his coat. John leaned forward, waiting for the flames to kiss it to bring it to life. Then, he placed it in his mouth and took a long drag.
"Those poor girls are at rest, the one made it home, and the bastard is dead. That doesn't mean it's over. Something darker is causing evil to rise and bubble--act more violent than normal. And I'm fucking stuck here in a ghost town."