Indrath was looking at himself from the bathroom mirror — a flicker of horror deep within his right eye, while his left eye lay buried beneath black bangs, concealed like a sin the world was never meant to see.
'Let's get done with this. I don't want to deal with it any further'
With his conviction set in stone, he made his way back to the living room, his tool cloaked behind his back — Miss Mina's present.
She was still innocently sitting beside the table, humming an enchanting melody. She seemed to have gotten bored. Then, noticing the intensifying footsteps, she raised her head — but everything happened all too ephemerally.
"INDRATH WHAT ARE YOU-"
The axe lodged into the tutor's head, where Indrath was studying earlier.
'I'm sorry'
Then another swing made the sparks of life from her eyes fade away.
'I'm sorry'
Then another, from the sheer paroxysm of adrenaline.
'I'm sorry'
He let the axe fall, a reverberating metal clang that marked the end of a short, but ineffable burden.
'I'm sorry'
The grey, glassy orb that was Indrath's left eye was reflecting a macabre scene. With her head split in half from the top, Miss Mina was bathing in a pool of crimson blood — an aghast expression etched onto her face. It was frighteningly lurid.
Yet, the most terrorized face was not Miss Mina's, no. It was Indrath's.
He was completely pallid, and his eyes were bulging, unblinking. All the while the inexorable force of fear surged within him — coursing through his veins.
His breath shuddering, he looked at the corpse for a moment, then dragged her along.
Indrath was dragging the body to the apartment next door — he owned it. Well, to be precise, his father did. His father was actually a wealthy businessman that owned the entire apartment complex where Indrath lived. He resided on the highest floor of the dwarfing building, and his family owned all of the penthouses. There were only two, to be exact. But most importantly, the highest floor didn't have any cameras.
Indrath opened the door to the other apartment and tossed the dead body into the vast darkness of the neighboring apartment. Feeling a harrowing shiver run down his spine, he vehemently closed the door, then locked it.
As his footsteps reverberated in the hallway — a sound slicing through the usual quietness of the area, he heard the doorknob rattling violently. The door he had just locked. Throwing a disquieted glance from his shoulder, he noticed pale light seeping through the doorframe.
The devil wasted no time.