The Killer Watched Me In The Dark

Last night, I returned to my flat in total darkness, thinking my only worry was NEPA and the Lagos cold. By morning, police flood my house—my roommate is dead, stabbed in his own room, and blood on the wall spells out: 'Lucky say you be blind man, abi?' Now the real killer might still be watching, and my blindness is the only thing that kept me alive. But in Lagos, secrets don’t stay buried, and the next knock could be for me.