𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀

𝐀 𝐈 𝐔 𝐓 𝐀

There is a fine line between being ethical and unethical, especially in my world, if we are being honest my definition of ethical is disrupted, one cannot follow a perfectly moral ethic, not when they work against the type of individuals that can be so uncaring of others that will put greed in front of innocent people's lives and feel no remorse by doing so.

I promised myself that I'll do my best to make all these individuals perish, giving them no chance to re-emerge, forcing them to observe their empires leisurely tumble and the people that they damaged obtain justice. I never make empty promises, all of them are going to pay.

My eyes linger on the picture I'm holding in my hands, tracing with my thumb the smiling face portrayed on it, the girl, now woman, I've been searching for three years.

"Adenya Chydi" her name rolls out of my mouth like I'm pronouncing the name of someone I knew for ages. For three years she has been stuck in my mind, yet I never spoke to her.

The sound of the light rain seizes my attention, soon it will turn into a heavy unstoppable torrent and then an angry storm that will become more and more intense as time passes, the rain is now blurring everything in sight making it hard to peek at the details of the road.

"Merda,"[shit] I mutter under my breath and grab the black umbrella in the glove compartment. It's barely enough to shield me from the turbulent weather, but it does not matter, I won't be using it for long anyway.