Begonia

Author's Note: This chapter contains sensible content that may be triggering for some, feel free to skip it.

It was late at night, a very chiché setting in my opinion. Not like you can kill in broad daylight, that would be dumb and irresponsible unless your plan is perfectly executed from head to toe. There’s no fun in that, is it? So… Under the pitch black of the night.

Did you know that lowering the temperature of the body enough, can induce a heart attack or a stroke? Or that you can poison someone’s coffee without them noticing because of the bitterness of it?

“Got it,” a deep voice said. “I’ll hang up”

A man came out of the building, he wouldn’t be your description of an ideal man. He wore a golden ring on his annular finger, which obviously signified the man was married. The building from where he came out in question was a well-known club. His appearance aside from… well, all of what he was, seemed, messy. You get the point by now.