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THIRTY-TWO

ANONYMOUS

Look at that, you screwed up again. Oops! How typical of you.

I watch you brandish the gun on camera. You just shot at the ceiling. That’s happened before. Any other time, I would’ve laughed, but my eyes caught sight of the girl in the armchair.

She’s motionless.

I rewind the footage and watch how everything unfolds. It’s the first time I see it bright and clear, happening right on camera. Again…

This has to be fixed. Right now.

I grind my teeth.

You are a liar. Your past is full of shameful secrets. Everything is spiraling out of control. That’s what lies do—they infect, fester, and then come to the surface.

When I’m done with you, you’ll be just one more checkmark for me and another case for the police.

You wanted to shine, Mr. Rosenberg? Well, I’ll make you burn.