Chapter 033 - Kitchen Table

Rohan arrives at his mansion back in the country. The scene of violence and carnage that he witnessed in Paris still lingers in his mind. That’s too much for him, even if he comes there to kill. The worst of it all is... Perhaps, is he unprepared to murder another human? Even if it’s for his own survival?

He stumbles back, trying to shake off the memories of slaughter. From the time he left the building and when he boarded the plane back, all he could see was the shattered glass and splattered blood of the fake priest’s accomplices. Everything still echoes in his mind, as if he is about to go crazy. He has to get away from it. No! He has to get used to destroying other people’s lives! Besides, they all fucking deserve it!

Thankfully, it is a weekday, and Rosalyn is out of the mansion. So he moves to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. He needs to rest, and perhaps, try to visualize that he is murdering people if required.

He walks to the refrigerator and takes a bottle of water. He