Witnessing a crime, or at least the aftermath of it shouldn’t be something that shocks me. I had witnessed far more gruesome killings, some done by my very hands. But then why is my body refusing to move? Why are my limbs shaking? Maybe it was the absurdity of it all, and the fact that never in a thousand years would I have conjured up, even in my wildest dreams; Rei Valentine dragging a dead body in the woods.
I stayed crouching there for an eternity; sweating and flicking off bugs that crawled up my legs. The little composure I had gained earlier was gone, along with the cool winds; now replaced by an eerie damp stillness that made my hair and clothes stick roughly to my skin. Various thoughts raced through my head, and out of the thousands of them, I couldn’t grasp a single one and foc
