Chapter 52: An Authors Vice
After committing arson and leaving the scene, Amon spent nearly an hour roaming around, a slightly sour taste in his mouth.
He was not a complete psychopath, so killing someone for the first time slightly affected his mind.
Rather than saying he rejected it and it made him feel bad. Instead, he locked himself into a bloody path of no return.
Despite getting rid of those annoying voices in his mind, the memories and things that happened were still in his head.
And they were as if he did it or suffered it himself.
'To think that Amon Winchester never killed a single person over so many lives.'
'Probably explains why he always felt so half-assed when I wrote him.'
'Haha... the only life I had taken until tonight was my own.'
"Phew, I should return to the apartment since Elma will be busy with those two little tigers."
The moment he began to pull out his phone to book an Ober Elite home, it vibrated, a number and name that caused his stomach to sink.
0127 - M0M - I5 - B3ST