Blog #2

Black surrounded Vani. The sky was dark, the town was dark, Vani felt dark.

All Vani could possibly think of was the haunting voice inside his head telling

him that he failed to save a life; it was all his fault. The governor called Vani

in to the office. All blame was placed on him for the lack of protecting Mr.

Evans. The Maitland was supposed to be protected by officers like Vani, but

Vani failed. Now he has failed twice, but he does not blame himself for Mr.

Evans' death; all he cares about is the death he had to escape from.

Vani grew up in the Maitland, but it had been nearly twelve years since he

returned since then. The past three months had been rough since Vani

returned to his hometown, to his home that he grew up in but was now only

a room of filth.

Vani needed to get up and go to work which he dreaded after the incident

that changed his life. He swayed slowly into his bathroom and looked at

himself in the mirror. He rolled his eyes at the loud sound of a random guy

warming up to sing in a concert that the governor tried to set up. Vani

suggested that the governor not invite anyone to town since the investigation

into the death of Mr. Evans is still up and running.

It was time to shave. It was time for the stubble on Vani's face to go. He

actually found himself shaving along to the tune of one of Conrad's, the

concert guy's songs. Vani didn't know a lot about this Conrad guy but he

liked one of his songs that goes like "You can go and blame it on a simple

tof fate."

Cleanly shaven, Vani's tall slender figure leaves his apartment building so

swiftly, so light on his feet, that it looks as if he sways like a ghost.

The body length trench coat over his ragged uniform makes him look

so mysterious and suspicious, as if he didn't belong in the Maitland.

It was time to go immediately to the governor to dive back into the

Evans' investigation. What else was Vani going to do with his day;

it's not like he had anyone else.