When Sunny left the psychiatric hospital, the world was still being pelted by rain. The sky was discharging a seemingly endless deluge of water, as if wishing to drown the city below.
The gutters were overflowing, and the pedestrians were clinging to the sides of the streets, afraid to be given a cold shower by the cars that rushed by.
Looking up, Sunny closed his eyes and offered his face to the rain, feeling the flowing water washing away the scent of blood from his nostrils.
'At least the city will be cleaner because of the rain.'
But then, there would be heat and humidity. The heat never reached the roots of the city, though — there, in the damp darkness, everything that the water had washed away would begin to rot. The rot would give birth to vast swarms of vermin…
Standing there with his eyes closed, Sunny smiled.
'Swarms of vermin, huh.'
As if this city had not already been infested by the worst kind of vermin of them all.
People.
Human vermin thrived in dark places, too, and just like trash, they were thoroughly rotten away from the light.
Shaking his head, he walked to his car across the puddles. As he did, the image of the laughing woman with vermilion eyes surfaced in his mind. Why did he feel like he had seen her somewhere?
Considering the usual clientele of the hospital, she had to be a scion of a wealthy family. Sunny rarely brushed sides with people like that, so he struggled to imagine where they would have met… unless, of course, he had seen her in a nightmare.
A person with vibrant red eyes was exactly like something he would dream of. But how would a woman he had never met end up in his dreams?
'I wonder whom she wanted me to kill.'
Sunny sighed.
Wealthy people usually ended up in an asylum for two reasons — either their family wanted to get rid of them, or they were junkies. Considering the woman's age and unhinged behavior, the latter was more likely. Granted, she could have been drugged up as a result of being put in a psychiatric hospital, not the other way around… but that was none of his business.
'Find Athena?'
Wasn't Athena some kind of pagan goddess? Where would he even find someone like that?
'Come on. You are not seriously thinking about what some crazy lunatic said, are you?'
Sunny pursed his lips as he climbed into his car.
He was pretty sure that he was hallucinating again — that was probably the reason the woman's eyes seemed vividly red. Insomnia and sleeping pills made it hard for him to differentiate dreams from reality sometimes, and the sight of blood was an old trigger.
So, did he really have ground to stand on when calling someone a lunatic?
As he was turning the key in the ignition, his phone rang. Glancing at the cracked and shattered screen, he smiled darkly and took the call.
"Yes. Yeah… what, did he expect to get rid of me so easily? Sorry to disappoint, then. I'll be there today."
Then, he paused for a moment, his tone changing subtly.
"So, there's a new body… my, my, my. It is as if someone wanted to welcome me back."
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