Void

The job of an observer was not easy. It was not that it was a lot of trouble, but rather it put pressure on the psyche. Some people in their last will most often asked to say goodbye to their families and Kavinsky hated this the most, because he even got imbued with this spectacle and it became harder to kill... The blond was still young, but he tried to turn off his feelings and emotions, which is why he often drank and even used substances...

It had long since gotten dark outside and everyone was resting in their homes, as was the chief insecector, who had just returned and heard a knock on the door when he came out of the shower. He threw on his robe, not understanding who had decided to drop in on him so late. Having tied his belt, he opened the door and was not very surprised to see a slightly unsteady blond with a bottle of cognac on the road. Almost empty. Only instead of a mischievous smile there were tears in his eyes, and he looked shabby. The brunette shuddered heavily and then he shoved the boy into his apartment and closed the door. Words were not needed, Void understood everything without words.