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Noticing that they don't have anything to draw with, the killer took out his knife, getting a hold of the victim's arm.
"Don't you fucking dare."
"I still wonder how people still call you an 'angel' when you're spitting out bad, bad words."
He only scoffed at the other's statement, knowing that he doesn't always have to be so kind and nice to everyone.
"We need some ink, Jacob hyung."
The other two looked at him in disbelief. One wanted to remove that fake pout of the killer. While the younger deemed that it was unfair for him to be able to call out the victim's name.
Before Jacob could fight back, he felt the sharp blade pierce through his stomach, making him cough out blood, hissing in surprise.
"Thanks." The murderer stained his thumb with the 'ink' he wanted to use. Painting the blank wall with bold lines that indicates the number of letters there will be.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
"8 letters? This is going to be difficult.." The assassin blurted out. Thinking of a vowel as it would be a simple move to start it off with.
"Well assassin, let's start."
"I'll go with the letter 'I'."
Quietly, the murderer dipped his thumb in the small puddle of blood below the victim's body. Jacob remained silent for now as he was not in any place to interfere with their little scheme. Rather, just being the 'man' in this hangman game.
I _ _ _ _ _ I _
"What a good start!" The murderer sarcastically cheered.
The younger rolled his eyes before going back to thinking of a letter best fit for the word. Well it would be lucky for him if he could at least figure out the answer to the puzzle.
"A."
I _ _ _ _ _ I A
Soon Jacob felt nauseous. Getting dizzy as his sight is getting blurry. The murderer noticed this and he just wants to laugh.
