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The room had grown dark and dusty over the years, in spite of the occasional half-hearted attempt at airing it out. A cacophony of cries haunt the room, but there was one emotion overshadowing the rest: guilt. Heavy, settling between their veins. A disbelieving laugh comes from the door, and they look up to see her standing there, horror evident on her face. She glances down at the bloody floor, and up again, till her eyes landed on a face she desperately wanted to be innocent.

"Was...it you?" She asks, her lower lip quivering uncharacteristically.

There is no reply from the other party. The silence continues, only interrupted by the faint sound of laughing from pedestrians outside. It is meant to be their graduation night, and only hours ago it had felt like the most important thing in the world, rivaled only by the prospect of finally leaving this ill-fated town, but now they had more serious matters to attend to

Serious, deadly matters


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