As stormy clouds rolled in overhead, Ollie tugged up the hood of his jacket. The front of his clothes were a murky red colour, his hands had been practically dyed a more vibrant red. He knew what he had done. Did he regret it? Yes… and no.

It had given him a much needed boot of adrenaline, something he had been deprived of recently. The thrill of sneaking around in the dark, breaking in and actually killing that person…

The rain was beginning to fall and the wind was beginning to blow. Ollie shuddered. Perhaps he was beginning to regret this more than he should have. The weight of what he did was heavy on his chest. He began to feel almost sick.

The blood on him wasn’t washing away with the rain. If he wasn’t careful, he would be caught.

By some terrible chance — or was it luck? — Kimi came stumbling across the pathway and nearly straight into Ollie. The pair were teammates in F2 and had become friends quickly. Kimi had no idea about what had happened with Ollie.