Ava hated cleanup duty. The recent case was a jumper. She was not that old, the victim. Ava wondered what had made her end her life.

"Another weakling succumbed to the call of the void."

"Shut up. Not now."

Ava had gotten a bit too friendly with the voice. But it was correct, per usual. This death was suspicious. No one else on her team noticed, but looking into the life of the woman, it seemed that she was nowhere near something as pitiful as suicide. A warm breeze blew Ava's hair into her face. A storm was brewing.

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