Chapitre 74: Present buried in past

Klint was drinking. It wasn't alcohol but something called Death juice. It was not addictive but deadly. But it provided him with a relief.

Relief from knowing the truth.

He dangled his legs as he sat sideways on his chair. His head was tilted back and he was dangerously close to falling down.

A shadow appeared and kneeled before him.

"Lord, we caught him."

Klint didn't look at him, he just swirled the drink.

The shadow was kneeling with the head down waiting for a response.

"Find a way to remove the tracker and find the truth."

The shadow nodded.

"Yes, Lord."

Then the shadow disappeared in a black mist. Klint took out a bottle and filled his glass again.

Sometimes, it was better to be in a blissful ignorant state than face your reality. It's happier that way.

Klint chose to forget himself. 

It gave him a reprieve for a moment.

Just a moment!

Another shadow appeared.