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[ dealing with death is his job, but it doesn't make it any easier when he hears the voice of those about to die. so he tries to stop them — but this time he's too late.
Zhil stops his motorcycle at the road near the car crash, locks it, and jumps off in such a hurry that he nearly drops the keys.
when he arrives at the scene, he's out of breath from running, and his customary suit is in disarray as he surveys the scene. it's a mess, but a calculated one. the dead woman had been a target, he suspects. or, he had suspected, but he wasn't fast enough to act on the suspicions.
he sighs. he might as well just call the police... ]
Zhil stops his motorcycle at the road near the car crash, locks it, and jumps off in such a hurry that he nearly drops the keys.
when he arrives at the scene, he's out of breath from running, and his customary suit is in disarray as he surveys the scene. it's a mess, but a calculated one. the dead woman had been a target, he suspects. or, he had suspected, but he wasn't fast enough to act on the suspicions.
he sighs. he might as well just call the police... ]
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