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There's a reason why vengeful spirits are born from violent deaths, you're just

Running.. Screaming… yelling… begging for help… 

“Please! What do you want from me?” The girl yelled, knocking over a chair to try and slow her attacker. 

The attacker only kicked the chair away and kept advancing, a large kitchen knife in hand. “Oh you know what you did girly.. You just don’t want to admit it.”

She backed down the hallway, glancing into the room next to her. It was the room she and her twin sister shared. There had to be a weapon in there somewhere. Even if she can get that wooden bat she would be able to fight back. 

Running into the room, her dark brown eyes darted around, finally landing on the wooden bat tucked neatly behind a soft pink chair. She picked it up and turned towards the door, ready to swing the second that he walked through. 

What felt like forever passed before the raven haired killer entered the room, brandishing the knife. 

She swung the bat as hard as she could, hitting the killer in the face, the bat breaking and splintering. 

“****....” He growled, grabbing onto the door frame for support. “Somehow you’re even stronger than before…”

“I don’t even know who you are!” She screamed, holding up the broken bat. “I’ve never seen you before in my life!” Tears fell from her eyes, sure that this was the end. 

What even led to it ending like this? She was a good student, kind to everyone, and even if she did have a breakdown, she made it up to the girl. This wasn’t fair but then again.. Life wasn’t fair. It was cruel and heartless.. 

Time seemed to slow down as the killer ripped the bat from her hands, tossing it away. The knife that he carried was stabbed into her chest, piercing her heart. 

She choked up blood, reaching for the stab wound. 

“I suggest you go to sleep.. Otherwise I will come back and kill you again,” he growled before removing the knife, leaving through the back door on the first floor. 

She fell to the floor, desperately trying to stop the bleeding by putting pressure on the wound. It was all in vain as she bled out, her blood staining the white carpet in her former room. 

The next day, her body was found. 

Three days later, a worker was informed of what happened to her. 

Even one of the others was angry about the news, as a family member knew her. 

The killer had hell to pay for. 

Months had passed since she had died. Her funeral came and went. While most had moved on, two didn’t.

Two of the groups had agreed to work together in light of a recent attack led by a fire demon, much to the disapproval of several people. One such person was Metal, the sister of the girl who had been killed. For weeks following the funeral, she had been trying to find anything she could on a way to bring her sister back. 

One of the others agreed to help, mainly just because his younger sister knew the murdered girl. 

“Hey, I think I found something,” the male said, taking a book over to the worker of Ace. “Given the way that she was killed, this spell may be able to bring her back.”

Metal looked at the book and nodded slightly. “What does it need?”

He turned to another page, looking for the required items. “Cause of death, blood of a living relative, recent photo, and an item with a strong connection to them..”