Chapter 152: Extremist
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After successfully getting out of the hotel, Stephen Jr. stepped into his flat.
The door clicked shut behind him with a soft thud. He moved carefully, like he was sneaking into someone else's place - even though this was his own.
He hadn't been here in a few days. Maybe more than that. The air inside felt still. Like the space had been waiting for him.
He turned to drop his bag-
"Looks like he finally showed up." - a voice came from further in.
Stephen froze for half a second. He knew that voice.
"...Chris?" He called, not loudly.
He walked down the short hallway, already guessing what he would found, and only wondered how long he had been waiting.
Christopher was one of the few people who knew the flat's passcode - maybe the only one who would actually let himself in. And after weeks of Stephen not returning his calls, it made sense. He had probably reached his limit.
Stephen didn't feel angry. Just... tired. Guilty, maybe.
But something felt off. The voice he heard earlier... it wasn't just his.