When the echoes faded, silence swallowed the stairwell once more. Four bodies lay sprawled across the floor. Richard idly spun the gun in his hand, a faint, thoughtful expression crossing his face.
"So… this is what it feels like to kill." It was his first time pulling the trigger.
And yet... There was no nausea. No hesitation.
Just a simple action: squeeze, fire. Easier than he had imagined.
He lowered the gun and, without ceremony, stored it back into his space.
Then he stepped forward.
One by one, the corpses vanished. The convenience of his ability made cleanup effortless.
As for the blood pooling on the floor—he didn't even bother with it.
He had more important things to do.
Just as he finished storing Bill's body, he suddenly turned and saw a face peeking out from behind the sixth-floor safety door.
It was Julia.
She lived on the sixth floor. Hearing the commotion, she had come out to watch.
