Roisin
Jaeni's voice jolted me back to reality, cutting through the icy shock that had paralyzed me.
"Roisin! Move!" She commanded, her tone urgent and sharp.
I blinked, my legs suddenly springing into action. I darted behind one of the buildings, crouching low as the sound of footsteps approached. My heart pounded so violently in my chest that I feared the guard would hear it.
Peeking around the corner, I spotted him—a tall man in uniform—approaching the black bag. As soon as he caught sight of it, of the bloody, dismembered body spilling out, his face contorted into a mask of horror. He reeled back, his hand flying to his mouth.
His shock mirrored mine from just moments ago. For a brief second, I felt connected to him in our shared revulsion. But then reality crashed back in.
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