She then turned her back on me and willingly walked back into the cult's building.
He cried farewell words his mother will never hear and, then, grabbed the Reaper's hand to be guided in his final voyage.
"That was the last one so," she explained shaking the dripping blood off her hands and casually stuttering away from the desecrated corpses, "I won't be needing to also open you guys 😘"
With the warmest smile she returned him his suicide note and whispered in his ear: "did you really thought it was gonna be loaded?"
At this rate I'll never have time to pursue my real vocation: secretly euthanizing traitors.
The phones rang endlessly but no one ever picked them up.