The lighter belonged to SEBASTIEN. The sniper with the ghost’s eyes. The man who pulled the trigger without breathing.
Xander stands. Pours cheap whiskey onto the concrete. A Kannada ritual he learned from a fallen friend in Bengaluru. The lighter belonged to SEBASTIEN
(to the night) Fight’s not the same without the ghost. But I’ll carry your scope in my ribs. Always. The lighter belonged to SEBASTIEN