Alano

2:51 a.m.

If I stay, I won’t be responsible for Paz’s suicide, but if I go, I might be charged with his homicide.

No, I don’t accept that this ends with Paz’s death.

It’s a good sign that Death-Cast hasn’t called yet. It means there’s still time to save him.

I chase Paz down the drive-through, and he turns a corner, vanishing. I run as fast as I can, the stitches in my abdomen threatening

to burst open as I go into an alley that reeks of garbage and piss. There’s a shadowy silhouette very familiar to the one

I found earlier tonight on top of the Hollywood Sign.

A boy with a gun to his head.

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