Geraldine keeps her eyes trained on him as she slowly reaches into her purse, wrapping her fingers around her gun. “… Callo, I’m so sorry that your life ended up this way,” she sighs as she gets out of her side of the car, her feet burning from the cold as her high heels sink into the fallen snow. “Aren’t you scared?”“I’m you, Geraldine… I fell into the same trap as you, anyway,” Call answers. His large eyes are shining with tears, but he doesn’t seem afraid in the least. “… The dead don’t feel anything, you know… not even guilt or regret. So, what is there to be afraid of?

Listen is Silent