He had finished his job again. Ensuring there was no clue left behind, he was on the verge of making an exit when he heard her voice from behind, "Have you ever been afraid of dark?"
A big round hat, short black dress, she sat as still as a mannequin. He had spent two hours rummaging in that room, but such was her posture that it was the first time he noticed her.
"Yes," he still doesn't know why he replied, "yes, I'm afraid of dark."
Though she hadn't raised any alarms, he wasn't gonna play a game of questionnaire on his job. He scurried to to the door and opened it in haste.
"Then how do you work in it?" came her silent voice again.
Something in her voice compelled him to spare a second and reply.
"Yes, I'm afraid of dark. But this darkness just doesn't seem dark anymore. After all, when the soul is broken, everything else seems bright."
And just like that he left that strange lady in the darkness again.
