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TWO

CHAPTER TWO
KIT WALKER

[ ONE YEAR LATER — 1964 ]

"I heard Bloodyface is here." Dean started, the man crossing his arms.

"You're not serious." Grace frowned.

"I am." Dean nodded, his gaze on Grace.

"I don't know." Eve added, the woman inhaling smoke from her cigarette and blowing it out a second later, Grace and Dean glancing at her at the words. "This whole thing seems too easy, y'know?"

"What do you mean?" Grace furrowed her eyebrows in question.

"This guy's a serial killer, he's gotten away with a ton of gruesome murders." Eve explained as she rested her forearms on the table and slightly leaned forward.

"What are you talking about?" Grace questioned, her head tilting slightly in confusion.

"I'm just saying, maybe a guy like that would be smart enough to not get caught. I think they got the wrong guy." Eve shrugged as she put her cigarette out and left it in the ashtray in the middle of the table. "That's just my guess, I don't know..."

"Speak of the devil." Dean spoke, the man nodding his head towards the entrance of the common room.

Grace and Eve turned to glance in the direction Dean was gesturing to, the two being met with a man around their age slowly walking into the room.

He frowned as he glanced around, his eyes widening at some of the patients.

While Grace and Dean soon continued their conversation, Eve's attention was still set on the man.

He ran a hand through his brunette hair, his eyebrows furrowing as Shelley, another patient, ran up to him.

She said something that Eve couldn't hear, the woman's gaze still set on the man.

Shelley turned around and dragged her ass against the man's groin, the man pushing her off in disgust.

Shelley ran around to a few other patients, the woman narrowing her eyes as she hissed. "He's mine. He's mine!"

The man frowned at Shelley as he continued slowly walking further into the room.

Soon, the man's attention shifted to Eve, Dean, and Grace, his gaze meeting Eve's briefly.