A puff of smoke escaped his lungs. A cloud of white poison into the cold, winter air, while the sting of the cigarette which was burnt out stung between his fingers. He waited patiently, in front of the frozen gates while the guards checked his ID and all of his belongings. While they prioritized searching his car and everything else, but barely touching the surface of his clothes.
He was clean, of course.
He wouldn't come to this place armed and ready to snap a few necks. It was too risky. But he just needed to see her. The point of this visit was to see how she's doing, after all of these months. To see whether any of her sanity has come back, or would her stay become even longer than half a cursed year.
"What do you want from me?"
Her voice was always at the back of her mind. She w
