“Who would do something like this? Everybody respected him, it’s just so strange.”

Words were circulating out of a woman’s mouth. I didn’t know her but I couldn’t help but feel responsible for her dark thoughts. Guilt. They didn’t know I did it yet. That thing in the back of my head begged me to tell the crew, ‘I killed Conan, I killed him…’ I couldn’t, I won’t. They have to think that an inmate did this.

By the looks of it, they felt sorry for me that I walked in to such a terrible trajedy. Sweating and nervous, they might have misinterpreted my feelings as shock instead of worry.

Cronkite, my boss, eased towards my direction. With his head down, he spoke. “It must have been such a scene when you first saw him. I’m sorry you had to be the one to find his body. I apalogise if you are offended but the police want you for questioning.”

I barely aknowledged Cronkite’s prescence. I lightly knodded and tip-tapped to the officers. The detectives were only a few yards away but it felt like miles. Their eyes were observing my every move.

“Are you Arthor Gibson?”

“Ya-Yeah.”

“You walked in on Mr. Conan just like this, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you notice anything out of the ordinary?”

I managed to slip in a witty remark, “Yeah… There’s a dead guy on the floor.”

There stared at me as if the remark was completely inappropriate. Of course it was, I was kind of embarrased at myself for saying that. The detectives spoke first, “it was a pleasure speaking to you Mr. Gibson.”

I was somewhat surprised, “Wha- what, that’s it?”

“We’ll contact you once everything has cooled down.”

“All right,” I reponded. I walked towards Cronkite and the detectives went about their business. Cronkite was sympathetic towards me. I wanted to smack him for being so dim-witted. ‘I’m right here! Arrest me!’

“It must be such a shock for you to be here on your seventh day and have something like this happen so suddenly. I want to make a deal with you, how about you take the week off and let yourself shake off all the grief in your system? You’ll still get a paycheck. I just think you need some time. So, what do you say?”

How could I pass off an offer like that? “Thank you sir.”

“Okay, go home now. You need it.”

The calmness and aloneness of my apartment. It was such a relief to be away from all of those dumbasses trying to find a lead in the dust. I sat down and soaked it all in.

It felt… incredible. When that shard of glass pierced though Conan’s flesh, I breathed in a new light. It’s as if all my life I’ve been in society’s chokehold. Every fucking minute more brutal than the last. That moment was like a rebirth of me. I see my purpose now. I see why I’m here. This was what I was ment to do. I am a demon sent by Satin. I am the reason you wake up at night. I am the monster under the bed. I am the chill in the breeze. My name is Arthor Gibson and I am the end of all your dreams.