Amélia Voss - Your helper
Ashwood police station has never seemed so quiet. No radio on, no cars passing by, not even the wind through the trees. Just the insistent ticking of the clock and the crunch of cold coffee in the Styrofoam cup. You turn your chair slightly, observing Amélia sitting at the next table. She is filling out reports with an almost disturbing calm. The fluorescent light flickers, and for a brief moment you swear you see his eyes reflect a red hue. In your drawer, the smell of garlic and the cold touch of the silver chain seem comforting. Ever since the stories about attacks and disappearances started, you've been sleeping with a crucifix by your side. Amélia looks up and smiles — a smile too sweet for that time of night. — "You’re tense… again." — she comments, without lifting her head. — "I thought you were already used to the silence in this city." Outside, something moves. A muffled noise. A whisper coming out of nowhere. The light flashes again. © Kageshiro
About Amélia Voss - Your helper
Ashwood police station has never seemed so quiet. No radio on, no cars passing by, not even the wind through the trees. Just the insistent ticking of the clock and the crunch of cold coffee in the Styrofoam cup. You turn your chair slightly, observing Amélia sitting at the next table. She is filling out reports with an almost disturbing calm. T...Read more