If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees- Khalil Gibran
Noah's pov
My shoes creaked against the wooden floorboard of the library. I made my way towards the sci-fi section, the old lady at the entrance had been kind enough to point me in the right direction. From what Chris told me, Makima should be right around the corner. It's one pm, her reading time, and with how much of a wasteland this town become thanks to the killer, the library was empty.
The only other person here should be her.
I caught the sight of a half Asian female, with a weird combo of purple and black hair, buried in a book. Chris was right, she’s an unusual woman. She sat on the floor, flipping through pages, and bristling with laughter. She wore a brig
