Prolouge

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A stream of blood trickled from the trash can, through the front lobby, and out corner. Deep in the night when everyone was sleeping, journalist Sophie Lon was up, writing a story that if published would bring a huge benefit to people. In-grossed in her article, Sophie didn't hear the door opening, nor did she see the figure walking slowly. Closer....Closer....Closer. Her last word written was Midnight.

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