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something but not her. In this moment, she would somewhat agree with those who thought her insane and socially awkwar

though the killer guy had not replied with an answer to her questions, she was pretty sure

se was the closest she could get to that. She had an eerie feeling that all t

eting. She lived in a quiet neighborhood. So she was thankfully free from stares and all of that drama. Except the old lady who had stopped he

She was the one who needed possible saving. Yet she had had to lay someone els

do or wait for, they would have been definitely tired by now. She really hoped that they had gotten out of her house. But if they hadn't, she picked up a bar by the roadside for

and splashes of blood on the floor. She could see the pattern where the guys had left, the other one giving little support to the in

ht that killer guy was the one taking her down. Regardless, a lady would scream. He had heard no scream. And killer guy had been too proud to grunt out in pain. W

Lumuel's bag, bringing out the sheathed knife from her pocket.

precious face towel to wipe most of the blood off her hands which she had disposed of

like a mad dog, asking her if she was okay and checking her over to confirm. She could see the hurt in his eyes when she did that. She

off. It was a firm grip but without hurting her. He led her to the sofa. Then pointed at it as if to say '

nbalanced. The way he shifted his weight from one leg to another in seconds. The way his eyes seemed to dart around from the floo

t firmly placed her on the sofa. Once again, s

d skillets beside her, she would hit him until he became unconscious. She looked around for her bath and she

sorry

at she needed. Not apologie

know of the attack, if not I'd have been here earli

gun was pointed to her head and the person had the same build as he. Th

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