4.

The noise had faded, not completely, but enough to feel distant like everything that had just happened no longer belonged to the same night. The chaos was gone. The bodies were gone. Even the blood had been cleaned so perfectly it was hard to believe any of it had been real. But the air still held something heavy, something lingering, something that refused to let me forget. This wasn’t a random fight. This wasn’t panic. This was controlled. Every movement, every shot, every second it had all been planned. And him… he had stood in the middle of it like it was nothing.