Malcom stands outside the door of this room. This room that once belonged to Darius.
Sitting on this wheelchair and staring at the garden through this glass wall, I find my thoughts going everywhere and nowhere all at once.
Thinking back on earlier, Malcom had told me everything that had happened, both of this past two weeks and the times about him prior to that.
As for the times prior to this past two weeks, Malcom told me that he had been working for Elias for about six months now. He had been a spy in Darius' inner circle, a perfect spy which Darius would have never suspected.
Once my thoughts stops on this bit, I can't help but turn my gaze to the door to my right, where Malcom stands.
Darius trusted him so much he never used his Instinct to check if he was lying about anything. The image of the vivid pain etched onto his face as he told me about this part surges in my mind.
