Sid's legs felt like lead as he stepped closer. Every nerve in his body screamed. The president's lifeless body lay sprawled awkwardly near the door, his face twisted in shock even in death. Sid gagged but forced himself to look further.
"Gahh— f*ck, why is he here… is he dead? No… no, Morgana! Morgana!?"
Then his gaze landed on her. Morgana.
She lay beside his computer desk, her body eerily still, the soft light of the monitor casting sharp shadows across her pale face. Her arms were splayed at unnatural angles, her fingers trembling slightly even in death, and the subtle warmth he had known for months was gone. Sid's chest tightened. His vision blurred. He dropped to his knees beside her, hand shaking as he reached for her.
"Morg…gana… no… no."
