Waking up to my sin
I screamed, the sound tearing through the quiet of the house.
Before the echo could even fade, he was there. He moved like a blur of lethal intent, already armed with a sleek, black submachine gun, his eyes instantly locking onto the screen. He didn't ask questions; he didn't waste time. He slammed his palm against the emergency override, and the house groaned as the external blast shutters began to slide into place over the glass walls.