The Killing #2

Believe me, I am nice. Very nice.

When I was a teen I was worse. 

But today... 

I had this client... Gosh. Okay. Just let's do it and then I can keep doing my job and be nice - as I usually am.

His grey hair was desapearing. Like is life.

His dark eyes were vast. Just like a desert.

His hands were wrinkle. Just like a plastic bag with his dead body inside. 

In the crime scene there wasn't a single clue to discover his identity. 

The forensics look at the cadaver. There wasn't a single clue to understand how he was killed.

Maybe poison. Maybe an heart attack. Maybe Death kissed him. 

There wasn't a smile in his lips. There wasn't rage on his features. 

He was a person without soul. 

Soulless. 

I am actually better after that one. Remember:

Ursa