Yes, JOURNALIST.

MURDER. No clues, no suspects, all four gone in a single stroke.

Would have normally invoked shock and terror; and set off thoughts on the state of affairs in the world, growing intolerance, need for love and understanding. Not this time. The news was pronounced to me like a sentence and I had no escape. I was there to do my job; and fulfill it to the best extend possible, I must.

Calls were made to the law enforcers. My identity deemed that I be paid respect. I asked and received much more than expected. Neither did they know this was my first, nor did i try to hide it. I guess, the simple fact of my "necessary evil" kinda existence in society brings with it certain powers. The boss however pointed out flaws and a great learning it turned out to be. I knew I was right in having decided to come here.

At the end, I was surprised at my own lack of emotion. I was completely antiseptic to the turn of events. And to think I am not even a few months old here. Professional hazard, they call it. I pray it doesn't rob my soul.