He brought the vials, and I let my blood drip into the vessel. The mixture shimmered briefly, then darkened. The bond—what was once the tie between our souls—was being broken.
When it was done, I thanked him and left, my resolve colder than ever.
My next stop was a little-known structure hidden near rogue territory. It had no sign, barely any lighting, and looked abandoned. But I knew better.
Inside, the air smelled like damp stone and burnt sage. A man sat behind a desk, his features hidden beneath a hood. His scent was peculiar—muted and hard to place.
“I need a clean break,” I told him. “A full disappearance.”
His lips curved into a slow, intrigued grin. “You’re not the first to come here with that request. Why should I help you?”
I dropped a bundle of cash onto the table. Thick, unmarked bills.
He chuckled. “Now we’re speaking the same language.”
He beckoned for me to follow him. Behind a curtain, a room full of glowing screens showed identities wiped clean, faces blurred beyond recognition.