247 Iesp 458 Risa Murakami — Apart

Behind me, the front door slammed shut. The lock clicked.

“You’re not here to document me,” Risa said. Her voice came from everywhere and nowhere, like a radio tuned between stations. “You’re here because IESP sent you to clean up their mistake.” 247 IESP 458 Risa Murakami Apart

Nothing. Then the kitchen faucet turned on. Drip. Drip. Drip-silence-drip. Behind me, the front door slammed shut