Blood Strike

Inside No.: 9

I downed the contents of the vial in one swift motion. The dust dissolved on my tongue, leaving behind a faint aftertaste.

Mr. Finch raised an eyebrow. "A curious request. Very well." inside no. 9

The End.

I thought of my childhood, of laughter and love. Of moments that still lingered, refusing to fade. I thought of the pain and the sorrow, the memories that kept me up at night. I downed the contents of the vial in one swift motion

I shook my head, feeling a sense of freedom. "I...I don't know." inside no. 9

"Drink this, and your name will be nothing more than a distant memory."

I hesitated, unsure of how to answer. He leaned in closer, his breath whispering against my ear. "Tell me, and I'll make it disappear. For a price."