#manager016.

⠀⠀she stood still, watching the pools of blood as everyone left the game room. her white sneakers were stained with blood that wasn't hers. should this have calmed her down? because the effect was exactly the opposite. it was as if invisible chains were tied to each leg, making walking a difficult and agonising task. her hands were so cold they felt like ice cubes, while her gaze remained fixed on the blood on the floor. if she looked a little longer, would be swallowed up by it, drowning right there.

⠀⠀maybe it was a way to deal with everything. to give up.

⠀⠀she heard the soldiers say something, but her mind was so elsewhere that her ears couldn't make out the words. ❝ what...? ❞ her voice was low, uncertain, making it sound like a young, frightened girl. and wasn't that exactly what she was at that moment? glanced up at the pink uniform and saw the square on one of their masks, blinking several times. ❝ what is it? ❞ she asked again, trying to organise her thoughts for whatever was about to happen. couldn't say why she was so paralysed, so affected by something it was becoming part of her routine. or maybe she knew and just didn't want to name it.