"All warfare is based on deception." – Tsun Zu.
***
"Goodbye, Claus."
Rey holds a knife in his hand, blood dripping from the knife. Claus still stares at Rey with disbelief. His hand clutches his bleeding chest, he tries to speak but only an audible voice coming from his mouth. Claus' body sways and falls.
Rey watches everything with cold eyes.
"Rey!" Alma barged into the room.
Her pupil widens when she see Claus' lifeless body.
"What did you do?!" she asked frantically.
"I killed him," he answered calmly.
***
One day ago
Rey clutched his aching head, he felt like his head was going to explode. Sometimes he could hear a whisper in his head telling him to kill the traitor. But who's the traitor? Could it be…
"It must be him," Rey whispered.
He suddenly remembered Claus' weird behavior. But it's not enough, if he wants to kill him, he needs more evidence. Rey looked at the clock in the wall, it's three in the evening. He walked hurriedly to Claus' lab.
"Claus?" he called.
