Gods, he needed a cigarette.
The reaper sighed as his appointment reset the metronome again and the agonised sounds of amateur violin murdered the night air anew. How many times had he heard the screams now?
Eric swore when he caught himself pacing in time to the thrice-damned beat and decided then and there to stop the staccato.
Peace...
That was such a sloppy strike.
Eric arranged the extra body under its former tutor and casually tipped the lantern over to shatter and burn on the floor before he removed a crumpled scrap of paper from his pocket.
"One hundred..."