A murder is a murder.
Every drop of blood.
It drips more on the knife.
It was of course used to..
Stab.
Every single night, was a murder.
Every day having to lie to people.
Disturst.
Death.
Gossip.
It was words common in the Town Of Bloxston.
Why were they here in the first place?
To die by a Werewolf?
Mafia?
Coven?
Or even the townies along neutrals!
It wasnt a care for 13,
Nobody wasnt supposed to be alive anyways!
Even if she said may Lady Luck be with 5...
5 died, what a ' pitiful ' bastard.
Maybe there will be a another..
Bloodbath time?
13 gazed at her sharp knife dyed with crimson red.
“ I dont regret this anyways. ”
“ Its to survive or be dead. ”
“ 8. ”
[ 13 stomps on 8 ' s dead body. ]
[ Then she noticed a another visitor. ]
“ Jugg.. ”
[ 13 snarled, knowing how the sneaky Jugg was at now.. ]
“ 13.. If you weren't so arrogant, you could have stopped me before! ”
[ 2 joyfully said as the walls.. ]
[ Were splashed with blood. ]
[ From. Every.Victim. ]
“ 2.. ”
“ We don't have time to talk about this crap. ”
[ 13 instantly dashed towards 2! ]
[ 2 instantly grabs an lantern. ]
[ Then.. ]
[ Hitted 13 ' s head with it. ]
[ 13 despite of being hit, still standed up. ]
[ 13 instantly slashed the left arm. ]
[ 2 instantly punched 13 ' s face! ]
[ 13 retaliated by smacking the jaw. ]
[ With their knife handle! ]
“ 13 you're literally good at this eh? ”
“ For all I care. ”
[ 13 eye rolled before stabbing 2 in the stomach. ]
[ Repeatedly. ]
[ Over. Over. Over again. ]
[ Until.. No life was LEFT. ]
[ 13 smirked, ]
“ I. Win. ”
[ 13 goes to the door exiting 8 ' s house. ]
*The next Day*
[ Sk has won! ]
[ END. ]
