Intersections

'Who are you?' [RED; INTRODUCTION]

Footsteps echo down the darkened hall. The click of dress shoes filled the air, the intervals between each tap getting smaller. The owner of said footsteps pushed open the door, the light hitting his pale skin sparingly. He sat down at the table under the hanging lamp, the chair scraping uncomfortably when he pulled it forward. He clasped his hands together, looking directly at the woman across from him. She was frightened, but his posture was relaxed.

"What do you want from me?!" She barked, hands firmly tied to the chair behind her. The man only tapped his feet impatiently. "You know what you're here for. After all, it's not something you can just accidentally do." Brushing a stray strand of light brown hair out of his face, the man slid a file onto the table. "Carolyn Reese, 27. Wanted for substance abuse. Need any more hints?" Carolyn was about to lash out again, but what he had inferred dawned on her. 

He smirked when her eyes darted back and forth in realization. "Now, I'm sure you know what I want." The brunette rose from his seat, now standing beside the black-haired woman. "I- I can't give you the money." He gripped her shoulder roughly. "You bought it. I suppose you have to suffer the consequences, don't you?"

"Con... sequences...?" He gave her an unamused look, before slamming her head onto the metal table. Carolyn cried out in pain, though she couldn't fight back. "Don't think that the deep web is all sunshine and rainbows, honey. Some people like me, for example," he dug his fingers into her scalp, "hunt people down when they don't get back to me." 

"But I have a family!" He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Family doesn't matter when you're dealing with drugs. You should have known what you were getting into." He roughly lifted his hand from her head, walking near the door where the light didn't reach as far. The only thing she could see was his silhouette.

The room was silent, except for the sound of his shoes and Carolyn's uneven breathing. He creaked open the door and exited, not letting her see outside the darkened room. He sighed, combing his fingers through his hair. The brunette grabbed an apron, slipping it over his suit. He also put on gloves, not wanting to contaminate anything.

Carrying an anesthetic-infused cloth, he walked back in the room. Carolyn was still where he had left her. He snuck up behind her and quickly covered her nose and mouth with the cloth. He was met with some resistance, but as soon as the drug kicked in, she fell unconscious. 

He didn't care much if she woke up in the middle of what he was doing, it wouldn't matter anyway. Untying her hands from the chair, he picked her up and set her on the floor. He pulled out a sharp knife, twirling it in one hand as he pulled up her shirt to expose her abdomen. With the precision of a surgeon, he sliced open her stomach, causing her to bleed profusely. He had blood splattered on himself now, but he'd take care of that later.

Carefully removing the organs in her body, she was most likely dead by now, he set them aside in containers. He was about to wrap up and dispose of the corpse, but someone walked in the room. Looking up, it was his partner in crime, Rachel Collins. 

"Jesus shit, smells like something died in here," Rachel muttered, turning on the normal lights in the room. The grotesque display of him having numerous human organs around him as he gutted Carolyn like a fish would have probably caused some to run, but Rachel was very much used to it. Working on the side most people never see really changed her view of the world.

"Blanc, you fucking dumbass, you've made a huge mess!" Blanc only laughed, placing his knife down. "I'm an android, I can clean it up in no time." Rachel groaned, stepping over a stray puddle of blood. "You can't smell anything, your words don't matter." He mockingly imitated her voice, parroting back at her, "You can't see people through walls, your words don't matter."