–The killer has not been caught yet-. Was heard on the TV before it was turned off.
- The police care about us so much! Said the girl sarcastically while putting her headphones on.
She was sitting at her desk writing a new chapter at the book she started a while ago, the story was about how a criminal falls in love with his own prey.
The music sounded louder and louder, no matter what was happening around that house, the girl could not hear.
- Are you in here? Asked a thick voice.
A new chapter of a new story.
《 He was looking at the victim's pictures as he walked to her room, looking at the pictures on the shelf, he took one in his big, cold hand, looking at the girl's face [ ...... ] he was desperately trying to find her again.. how could he lose her? Who was she to make him go so crazy about her [ ..... ] " you are " ... 》
Something fell off, so she took her headphones off, looking at her wide open door while the song was singing loudly from her headphones.
She went and searched her house for that noise that was heard.
- There was nothing, the girl said to herself, but when she was ready to go to her room, her photo was on the ground, broken.
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Acción⚠️ TW : crime, blood, knife, lies This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead, is...
