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"Do you have everything?"

I stepped back into the living room and looked questioningly at Hector while adjusting my shirt and getting more and more nervous. He too seemed to have doubts, but he quickly put on an opaque mask again and came over to me as he did so.

"I have everything," he explained quietly, briefly opening his jacket, under which I could see two pistols. "But are you really sure about leaving her here completely ignorant?"

My gaze darted behind me to the guest room door, but even as it ate at me, I had no choice.

I also thought that I would be with her again in a few hours, so I walked past Hektor to the dark front door and opened it to take several deep breaths in the falling darkness.

How I would have liked to have had a cigarette at that moment! But I had promised her, so despite the craving, I stuck to it and tried to distract myself by petting one of the smaller dogs.

"So," I finally heard Hector behind me and turned to face him. "We can."

Together we ran towards the car, but it didn't seem like usual to me. Something was different and when my gaze wandered thoughtfully to Hektor, I immediately noticed what it was.

We walked more slowly, as if even our legs couldn't stand the pressure and burden. But it had to be, no matter how shitty it was, to kill my own flesh and blood... It would have been even more shitty not to.

"What's the name of the guy we're supposed to kill?"

I stopped at the passenger door and looked across the car at Hector, to whom I couldn't even answer. My father had only given me an address. No name... no reason... nothing...

"Maybe it's better, we don't know," I replied after a while of oppressive silence and looked at the hut one last time to open the door of the car, breathing heavily.

Hector did the same and almost synchronously we got in, after which he immediately started the engine and we began to drive through the oncoming night.

"It's near my father's mansion," I instructed Hektor, picking up my phone to double-check my sire's messages.

But there really wasn't a name on it, so I put the phone back in my pocket and turned on the radio to at least distract myself from my nervousness.

"That's not good," said Hector suddenly into the silence and I glanced over at him to watch the passing houses again.

"What?" I finally wanted to know quietly and took the pistol out of the glove compartment to see if it was loaded.

"Driving to an assignment with such nervousness," he explained thoughtfully, briefly looking straight into my eyes. "This silence in front of it. It drives you insane and you long for noise and shouting for a while. It feels awful."

"I know exactly what you mean," I replied sympathetically, but we couldn't think about it for a long time before we arrived at the said address.

"Is that it?" Hektor asked in disbelief and I too stared at the old mobile home, which was parked in the middle of the lawn of a large property.

Why would my father want to kill such a poor man?

"So the address is correct," I breathed back to Hektor, but I wasn't sure anymore what it was all about.

"Well then. Let's fight."

Hector got out before me and with my eyes fixed on the caravan, I also got out of the car to walk straight towards it.

Through a small window one could clearly see that the light was on inside and when we arrived at the property's mailbox, Hektor took one of the newspapers and skillfully put it over his arm so that the gun in his hand could no longer be seen.

Smart boy, but I taught him that trick a long time ago... and my dad taught me...

"You knock, I shoot."

I nodded approvingly to Hector and ran ahead of him to the caravan, only to knock loudly on the door several times when I got there.

"Who's there?!", we heard a male voice, which made me tense my muscles slightly. The thought that he was about to open the door and shoot us with a shotgun was omnipresent at that moment.

"Police!" I shouted and there was dead silence for a short while until I heard the key turn and stepped aside to make room for Hector.

"What the hell do you dirt bull-"

He didn't get any further when Hektor had already shot the guy with his silenced pistol, and he fell backwards into the trailer with a hole in his skull.

"Quick!" I instructed Hektor, climbing over the guy inside to pull him in further by his shoulders so that Hektor could fit into the trailer and close the door behind us.

My heart was racing with excitement, even though the situation was long over, but I knew that this was only the light part of the night. Worse was yet to come and it was inevitable...

"Oh, you damn shit," Hektor said suddenly, stunned, and I looked at him questioningly, only to then follow his startled gaze, which fell on the wall of the caravan behind me.

And the horrible sight it presented me with was burned into my mind forever and ever.

Countless photos of children hung on the shiny wall. But none of them laughing like kids or just being kids.

No! They were disgusting photos of the worst possible way to show such innocent beings. Forced facial expressions and naked poses that took my breath away just looking at them here in the box.

Breathing heavily, I clutched my rapidly beating heart and hurriedly pushed past Hector to yank open the door and stagger out onto the lawn.

All of my memories came back into my mind in one fell swoop, poisoning everything inside me. I suddenly felt so nauseous that a moment later I threw up violently, so that for a moment I thought I was going to throw up my soul.

"I'll put the body in the trunk!"

I just gave Hector my thumbs up and desperately tried to calm myself by looking at the lawn below me. But it was hardly possible for me.

Images flashed in my mind like lightning and I seemed closer than ever to having a panic attack. My trembling hands began to sweat uncontrollably. My heart kept beating and my breathing became ragged until I felt Hector's hand on my shoulder and turned to him for help.

"One last time, Emilio," he said without expression and I nodded at him, but I was no longer in control of my senses.

Everything blurred and mixed, as if my reality was surrounded by a dark veil. But I tried to see clearly. For her... and for me... It was imperative to finish it, no matter how bad my condition was at that moment.