she shuts the door behind her, takes a cursory look in between the slats of the blinds, before she shuts them. “ taken care of. ” it’s BREEZY, unaffected, as she reaches for the stock of surgical gloves on the table. “ he won’t be bothering us again. ” objectively, he was an innocent party. someone who walked in on something that didn’t concern him, that didn’t have the good sense to run when he should’ve. she didn’t kill him, she’s not that stupid. she simply showed him a glimpse of THE DARK SIDE ; and ensured him there was a special spot in hell for him, if he dared breathe a word. her eyes flash, crimson for a moment, as she pulls a new set of gloves on. “ so --- ” she looks back to the table, in the dimly lit hospital theatre, “ where were we? ” @mcskedvices













