"Haaa…. H-haaa…."
His breathing grew frantic, and his heartbeat quickened.
He was having a panic attack.
"Huuu…."
He felt his sanity slowly slipping away in each passing second.
"Haaa…."
Brandon took deep and heavy breaths, the moment he turned to look at Evelyn's lifeless figure, he felt his stomach twist.
"Hueek…!"
He rushed towards the bathroom and puked on the toilet.
Anxiety slowly crept in, and he looked at the mirror after washing his face.
—You're weak, Brandon.
The world stopped.
His reflection spoke to him. A man with ink–black hair and black eyes, that seemed to stare right through the depths of his soul.
—It was your incompetence that killed her.
His reflection sneered back at him.
The dark bags under his eyes, the hollow look.
He couldn't even recognize himself anymore.
"...."
—You can't keep anything safe.
"Shut up…."