Forty-five minutes.

She had forty-five minutes to execute her plan perfectly.

The moment she opened the doors of the aquarium and the night air brushed against her face, something in her changed.

It was subtle at first. Her shoulders slackened and she stepped forward slowly, almost like she was being controlled.

She didn't act like someone who was leaving after a pleasant visit. Her movements were strangely detached and her gaze remained fixed somewhere far ahead, not really seeing the people crossing her path, not reacting to the chatter of families, nothing as she blinked too slowly.

Her lips parted slightly, as though she were still stunned by something magnificent...