Len wakes up in a white void. He's dead, but there's no eternal peace and joy in sight; he's still the murderer he was before. Is this all there is to death, or is there something greater behind the scenes?
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Hey! This is a sequel to anoth...
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Teto awoke in the living room.
"Was that a bad dream?" She thought. "What happened?"
Then she heard the most spine-chilling laughter. It sounded like multiple people were casually chatting and making jokes, but something about their voices felt off. She listened closer.
"When I cut off her legs, the blood spilled everywhere!! It was amazing!" A familiar voice exclaimed.
"At this point there's more blood than floor in that damn room!" An unfamiliar but equally chilling voice responded.
The joke was followed by the laughter of a few more voices.
Teto got up and tried to get a closer look.
There, she saw Len chatting with some dark figures in the corners of the room.
"Len?" She called out.
Len did not respond, but one of the shadowy figures did. It grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to another room.
"Hey!" She yelled. "Let me go!"
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"You are not supposed to be here." The figure said. "You are dead."
"I know." Teto responded matter-of-factly.
"Are the others here as well?" The figure asked.
"The others? Like... my friends?" Teto stammered. "N-no, they're not here."
"Interesting. I theorized that they would show up as well, considering you are the last victim of the bunch. I wonder if they can even do that?" The figure said. "Don't worry, the human will not hear you, as he is not a true demon, despite what he claims. Lucian just lets him hear our... gang as a treat, I suppose."
