The smell of iron lingered in the air, mixed with the lavender smell. It made for a peculiar scent.
Ana's eyes were still glued to the door as she stood in her room, and her mind replayed Alex's words back to her,
'You don't want to know what goes on my mind.'
She recalled the look in his eyes as he said that—the look of someone drowning in his own guilt.
*Sigh*
'Why do I even care...?' She thought as she moved to the table and started cleaning out the blood and tools she used to patch Alex up. After she was done, she returned to her workstation, as she called it.
As she took a seat, her mind focused on the task at hand,
Finding Information about Gallagher.
Her fingers started dancing on the keyboards like mini ballet dancers as they moved with grace and precision.
The room was illuminated only by the screens, and the humming of the servers silently sang a quiet song, with the sound of the keyboard adding to the symphony.
