A week had crawled since Bunny's demise, a moment you witnessed and partook in.

You wouldn't label yourself as virtuous or empathetic, yet the absence of remorse after committing such an act unsettled you.

Henry, your companion for nearly a decade, found you avoiding him and everyone else. Obligated to meet him, you knocked on his door, anxious about the turmoil swirling within you.

"Hi, come on in," he greeted, his impeccably tailored suit accentuating his stature as he ushered you inside.