Tattooed Luna
Before either of us could respond, blood splattered the wall and his eyes glazed over. His body slumped forward, into my arms. Looking to the left, there was a tiny hole in the window.
There was a slight panic before I saw the door beside me. It was work opening the door without dropping him but I managed. It was a bathroom. Trying to make it look like it was just occupied, I turned the fan on, locked the door and shut it.
“Clean up any blood.” I heard just as I was about to shut the door.