C26 Chapter 26

I gaze at my hands, the blood fresh on my skin. I've killed many times before-maybe not just once or twice, but now it feels like something has changed. The usual exhilaration I feel when breaking a neck, when bones crack in my hands, is absent. I ought to experience contentment. However, there is a void consuming me, scratching at me internally, and endangering to tear me to pieces.

Elara