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He was there, doing absolutely nothing. And then it happened. Again. She arrived. He could tell by the sound of keys in the hallway, and by the vision of broken glass in the kitchen... Every time she arrived, something would break down. Glasses would fall, dishes would crack. Last week, his television burned down for no apparent reason, leaving his nights in silence. He didn't knew why this things happened, but he knew what they meant. Either she was in danger, or she was the danger. "Omens", he heard his grandmother's voice, "it's all about omens". His very fate was being tied to hers. The Gray Ones were playing their sick game again.

Then again, there he was, listening to her arrival, carefully expecting to hear any clue about how threatening could she be. Then, the idea came. Either endangered or threat, he should be the one ending her. Better he, who could at least give her a decent funeral, than one of those things who haunt the night, invisible to all who wish so. At least she would die for good, at least she wouldn't turn up like one of those creatures, at least she wouldn't turn out like Grandma. The reasons existed, and he had the skills to do it. He did it before, and he wasn't thinking that would be his last. But it would.