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Prolouge
Finally, that's all I could remember thinking. It was over. I watched that black van drive off into the pitch dark night and I thanked a God I didn't believe in. I scanned my eyes across my friend's satisfied faces. I saw the weight of the world lift off of their shoulders and crumble to the floor and I thanked that God again. I watch as that police car rode off in the wake of the dead Yin's chariot with the psychotic Allison pouting in the backseat and I threw my hands up. A rush of relief pounded through my veins with a force of a thousand suns. It. Was. Over.
I looked over my shoulder to see Gus. His mind was cleared and he was ready to sleep a good sleep. He was also my ride home.
But something didn't feel right… After everything had settled and I had come back to the office where I had been sleeping, a thought occurred… Yin accounted for every small detail before. He knew how long it would take for the police to get there, he knew exactly how long he had to do what he had to do and how to get away with it EVERY TIME. No one even knew he existed until I came along. There had to be a reason, it didn't make any sense. Why was I able to solve it? Why was I able to stop him? Unless he let me.
But then, he's dead. So why am I wondering this? This is it. This is the end. He's dead long and gone. I can sleep tonight knowing he will never bother me again. I just couldn't wrap my head around it.
Its…like he knew.
The way he grinned when he looked into my eyes as he showed Gus and I the syringe. Every liar has a tell, and that grin...that was the tell. His last bow.