An article appeared in my notification feed.
My thumb hovered over it before I pressed on it.
The television continued playing in the background, repeating some of the same questions that appeared on the screen.
I ignored all of it as I looked through the article.
The rain continued to drizzle as I scrolled down, reading it slowly.
Then my name appeared.
Seth Thorne.
"….."
My thumb stopped for a moment before continuing.
I could feel my heart skip a beat for a moment. Looking through the article, there wasn't much about me. To some extent, this was good. But I knew… that this was just the start.
I continued reading, my expression remaining mostly unchanged.
After Malovia, there was Malia.
The Butcher.
They even included some of the things written about me afterwards. The praise, the attention, and the way my reputation continued to grow. In fact, even the article praised me at certain parts. Except, looking deeply, I could see questions forming.
