It was dark when a voice rung out. He recognized it. You didn't need the light to recognize a voice. In fact it made it easier.

"Blue. Is that you?" it spoke the same way he  remembered. In those days back at Victoria Park. That cold

winter

. It was not winter anymore.

He could feel the ice though. The familiar voice he hadn't heard in so long brought him back. He didn't know how to respond. He was scared he might let his impulses take over. He might do something he regretted. Something irreversible. Under the direction of the man in the expensive suit, he had become this way. Loss of agency.

That's why he needed to kill the man with the expensive suit. He ran away from the voice.

"Blue?" it waned in the distance. The voice screamed louder, but the volume became softer.

He had to go kill the man in the expensive suit. He had to get his agency back.

But a thought came to him as he ran. What if this was all part of the plan as well? What if killing the man with the expensive suit would only further his loss of 

agency

?