He walked out of the passage.
Dean finished his cigarette, his mood gradually settling.
After seeing life and death, one appreciates the value of life. Only upon gazing into the abyss does one understand the unfathomable nature of the human heart. Marina found her release.
Now I just want to wrap up this case quickly, then call Laura for a marathon session of three hundred rounds to quell this slight ripple in my heart.
A hundred meters away, Harry looked towards the passage uneasily. Did I just hear a gunshot?
Malago, on the other hand, was much more composed. With whiskey in one hand and a cigar in the other, he puffed out smoke and scoffed, "Do you think Dean would be hurt by a kid?"
Harry rolled his eyes. Marina's death isn't good news either. Should I go in or not?
Dean's figure had already appeared before the two men.
"Malago, Marina committed suicide. Help take care of the burial," Dean said without further explanation, turning to leave.
