"This really is the last time." To hide the trembling of my hands, I grip the rim of the sink even tighter.
"Find someone else to do your dirty work."
"Why?" echoes a voice, or is it just in my head?
"You're doing it so well," the voice continues, "Alright, if you're so sure, on one condition," the voice falls silent for a moment.
Clenching my fists in anger by the memory of how it all began. It can still drive me mad.
"I never wanted this, this damned eternity, nor that damned task. This really is the last time."
"Sometimes we have to do evil to get a good result, unfortunately people often forget that and only remember the evil."
"Go to hell!"
"Where do you think I come from, dear child?!"
"How wicked you must be to make me suffer like this!"
"How nice! thank you for the compliment."
The nerves of what's to come coursing through my body.
"I'll give you four days, if you manage to fulfill your task before nine o'clock on day four, you can stop."
In the silence of the night, the clock in the church tower echoes through the deserted streets. Unnoticed, like the shadows, I sneak through the sleeping city, finding my way blindly to the first address.
"Four nights, plenty of time. I've done this so many times."
How could I have known this time would be so different?!