Chapter 5
James’s voice was a soft gentle drone.
"Adam I know this is a huge shock losing your parents like this. But you have to move on from this grief. Life goes on."
Adam stared at him.
The face was the same.
The voice was the same.
The concerned expression was the same meticulously crafted mask. But all Adam could see was this man holding down his wrists while a wire cut into his throat.
He saw the cold calculation behind the feigned sympathy.
He saw a man who would trade a student’s life for money.
He was shocked at how easily his teacher his homeroom teacher had killed him.
He was shocked at how effortlessly everyone seemed to be able to end his life as if he was nothing more than an insect to be crushed.
The police officer the bounty hunters his own teacher.
They were all just following orders or chasing a prize. His life was a transaction.