Chesis had been settling down on the couch with his Siren, half asleep, a smile on his face. His hair still had a streak of red in it from his counterparts antics, but he decided to keep it instead of getting rid of it. The question came out of the blue.

“Have you ever killed anyone before? Be truthful.”He looked at Piquet, startled and hurt, before he looked away again, shame showing on his expression. He was sure he heard that right. His eyes focused on the wall, where he had seen such a shade of blood on the wall, that reminded him of Piquet’s own color.