I'm a liar. I am cold, selfish, and ruthless, all in disguise.
Those who are gentle, well-behaved, and cautious are all commodities with a good price tag. He pays, I act, the money is paid, no one owes anyone.
I thought I was a hunter. I spent two years studying him, half a year getting close to him, and living my life into what he wanted most. When the chips are high enough and the escape route is paved, I will disappear. Take everything and never see it again.
That day has arrived.
But a month later, I received a package at my rental house in the new city. Open it, it's the moon bracelet I left on the bedside table.
There was a note underneath, with his handwriting on it.
"You can take the things and leave the people. But what do you owe me in return?"
Intention: When deception meets sincerity, when calculation meets paranoia