November 6 )( Sunday )( Evening

[addictedbandit]

Bubbles. They were the last things that broke the surface tension of the wooden cask. The thrashing had stopped now. The fight for air, for life was over. The hands of a man lay limp along the sides of the barrel

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[_tatteredhopes]

Natsumi pressed herself harder against the wall. She was terrified she didn't mean to see what she did and half hoped it was an illusion for not eating last night and nothing today. One of the drawbacks of working at the pastry shop was the long trek home she used this as a shortcut and usually nobody was down here anyway. Except today when she noticed a boy holding another man's head underwater and from when she got there he wasn't barely moving. Natsumi knew the person had killed the man and panicing she hide in a small crack in between the buildings