Synopsis
There is always a reason for everything that happens.
So what on earth did I do wrong?
Today, as I open the door to yet another quarantine room drenched in blood, I mutter quietly:
“Fuck.”
I want to quit my job.
There is always a reason for everything that happens.
So what on earth did I do wrong?
Today, as I open the door to yet another quarantine room drenched in blood, I mutter quietly:
“Fuck.”
I want to quit my job.