The Ghostface copycat

Chapter 3: A gift from an mysterious person

??? *Goes home*
??? *Opens the door*

??? *Sights*

???: "How dare they accuse me of something just like that, they had no evidence whatsoever that it was me"

??? *Hangs up his jacket and searches for new clothing*

???: "Let's say it was me hypothetically speaking, they had nothing to prove that it was even me. No DNA was found, no fingerprints and the face? The light was already distorted and it was dark outside so they couldn't have even seen it. So how did they came to the conclusion that it might've been me?"

??? *Changes his clothing into fresh ones*

???: "Nice and comfy, a little bit baggy but does it's job nonetheless"

??? *Takes something*

???: "Just in case"

???: "Maybe I should go outside and get some fresh air"

??? stepped outside, taking a deep breath of the crisp evening air. The events of the trial still lingered in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and disbelief at the accusations made against him. As he walked along the quiet streets, he contemplated the mystery of how he became the prime suspect despite the lack of evidence.

The night sky was clear, with stars twinkling above. ??? found solace in the peacefulness of the night, the calmness offering a temporary respite from the chaos and confusion that had surrounded his life recently. He walked aimlessly, allowing his thoughts to wander.

???: "They had no right to accuse me without solid proof. I've always been a law-abiding citizen, minding my own business. Yet, someone out there managed to orchestrate a series of attacks and successfully framed me for it. But who? And why?"

??? pondered the possibilities, considering the motives and circumstances that could have led to his false accusation. The more he thought about it, the more determined he became to uncover the truth and clear his name once and for all. He knew he couldn't simply rely on the justice system alone; he had to take matters into his own hands.

???: "I won't rest until I find the real culprit and bring them to justice. I refuse to be a pawn in someone else's game."

With newfound determination, ??? made a silent vow to himself to uncover the truth and prove his innocence. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was prepared to do whatever it took to restore his reputation and bring the real perpetrator to light.

As ??? continued his walk, he couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. It was as if a pair of invisible eyes were following his every move. He quickened his pace, his senses on high alert. He had no intention of becoming a target again.

???: "Whoever you are, I won't let you ruin my life any further. I will find you, and I will make sure justice is served."

With determination burning in his eyes, ??? pressed on, ready to embark on his quest for truth and redemption, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.
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???: "Justice you say?"

???: "Don't make me laugh"

??? froze in his tracks, startled by the sudden voice that seemed to come out of nowhere. He looked around, trying to locate the source, but the darkness shrouded the figure in mystery.

???: "Who's there? Show yourself!"

???: "Justice is just an illusion, my dear. A concept manipulated by those in power to maintain control. You think you can find justice? Think again."

??? felt a chill run down his spine as the words echoed in the night. The voice carried a hint of menace, sending shivers through his body. He couldn't see who was speaking, but their words struck a nerve within him.