Chapter 7 ⁓ Bitter Awakening

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Reid fumbles with the clasp of his pistol and only manages to remove the weapon as Kenneth's advancing footsteps come to rest in the doorway beside him

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Reid fumbles with the clasp of his pistol and only manages to remove the weapon as Kenneth's advancing footsteps come to rest in the doorway beside him.

"Fuck," Kenneth whispers.

They linger on the threshold, staring at the pale woman from afar. It's hard to tell her hair colour; the sickening amount of blood obscures any descriptive features. It doesn't take a mastermind to see that she struggled fiercely.

Kenneth walks inside the bedroom, knife in hand, and checks the closet, under the bed, and, after a final sweeping glance, deems it safe. He comes to stand beside Reid on the threshold of the door and says calmly, "I'm going to look around for a wallet or something. If we can find out her name, maybe it'll explain why we needed to see this shit."

Reid nods, keeping his gaze on the curtains blowing inward.

Kenneth nears. "Reid?"

"Hm?"

"You okay, man?"

Reid looks at Kenneth and laughs easily. "Yeah. It's not something I haven't seen before." It's a bad joke, twisting his stomach into a mess of nerves, but he smiles past the ache.

For a fleeting moment, Kenneth looks truly shocked by Reid's callousness. He clears his throat. "Well, go look around somewhere else. Don't stare at this shit."

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