Slumped in a corner, he watched the victim die. Who was this man? The murderer rose, gazed dark-eyed back at him. Then two became one.
Narrator is not part of the story.
Narrator knows what the protagonist is thinking.
Narrator doesn't know what the guy gazing back is thinking.
Well... except that two become one I suppose. Still the prompt inspired the words.









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