The bright moonlight shone down on the tranquil countryside, casting dark ripples across the cornfields like waves. Bruce walked silently along the deserted path, his expression calm as he carried the heavy burden on his back. Inside the backpack lay Marla's cold, lifeless body.
Hours earlier, he had ended the life of his former “friend”—her screams, struggles, and tears had all fallen silent. Her residence had already been rigged with incendiary devices; within an hour, the wooden house would be reduced to ashes along with all traces of Marla's past.
As he walked between the rows of corn, Bruce's mindset was unusually calm—even... eerily composed.
The information Marla revealed before her death had made Bruce fully understand his true identity. He was not an important target, nor was h
