I had been feeling restless lately.
I didn't know why, but the feeling was growing with each passing day.
It was as if a void had been formed in my heart, that is if I indeed had one.
Stephen was dead, and his death would surely result in events determined by me.
Still... I didn't quite enjoy the victory.
I... maybe I hadn't killed anyone in a while, which may have been the reason for my restlessness.
Lately, things were being too easy for me.
My plans were being successful one after the other, and even if there were some deviations in between, they weren't serious enough to warrant my attention.
Michael had handled everything with perfection, but maybe... it was the perfection that was killing the joy in my victories.
Clank.
Adding a new magazine to the gun, I loaded it a few times, before placing it back on the table before me.
With the chaos around, the opportunities to grow had expanded by a broad margin.
