“Gods?” she repeats. “Does this have to do with your dream and the… murder?”

I stay silent, but nod to her question.

“This isn’t like you, Mikey. What made you believe that this was the doing of something extreme like gods?”

“…It just makes the most sense.”

She nervously chuckles under her breath while keeping a close eye on me.

“I know that you have quite the unique way at going about things, but I never in my wildest dreams, expected you to think that this is the work of gods. I thought you were a non-believer of things that have no rational explanation.”

“You aren’t wrong, but as I...