11
I worked at the bookstore for nearly a month.
By the time my injuries had mostly healed, I had another unexpected encounter with Reik Thorne.
It was 11 PM, and the bookstore owner asked me to deliver a stack of pre–packaged books to the tower across the street.
After passing through layers of security checks and questioning, I finally set foot inside the building for the first time.
I handed the books to the client and prepared to leave. The office tower was quiet at night; most people had already gone home. As I waited for the elevator, I heard a faint sound from the
end of the hallway.
It sounded like someone in extreme pain.
The elevator was taking forever
I turned my head and looked toward the end of the hall.
The text feed screamed at me not to get involved. They even suggested I use this opportunity to sneak down to the underground parking garage and wait for Reik to get off work
But listening to that faint, hoarse cry of pain, I stood there in silence for a long moment, then turned and walked down the hall.
12
No one could have expected it
Curled up on the landing of a stark, concrete stairwell, bathed in the pale, sterile light, was Reik Thorne.
He was dressed in a pure black shirt and trousers, his shoulders broad and his back straight, but he looked unusually fragile.
The moment I pushed open the heavy fire door, he snapped his head around, instantly alert. His brow was beaded with sweat from the intense pain, but his eyes, when they met mine, were cold and wary
had stumbled upon something I wasn’t supposed to see
11
06.16
I worked at the bookstore for nearly a month.
By the time my injuries had mostly healed, 1 had another unexpected encounter with Reik Thorne.
It was 11 PM, and the bookstore owner asked me to deliver a stack of pre–packaged books to the tower across the street.
After passing through layers of security checks and questioning, I finally set foot inside the building for the first time.
I handed the books to the client and prepared to leave. The office tower was quiet at night; most people had already gone home. As I waited for the elevator, I heard a faint sound from the end of the hallway.
It sounded like someone in extreme pain.
The elevator was taking forever.
I turned my head and looked toward the end of the hall.
The text feed screamed at me not to get involved. They even suggested I use this opportunity to sneak down to the underground parking garage and wait for Reik to get off work.
But listening to that faint, hoarse cry of pain, I stood there in silence for a long moment, then turned and walked down the hall.
