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prologue

Jeff jumped down the window with a low quiet thud and looked at the first thing that came in his view. A boy with blood all over him. Jeff blinked in surprise,
"Oh, this is gonna be fun."

"It's paint."
"Maybe not."
The boy goes back on painting his canvas red.

Jeff just stood there and stared at him for a while, "That's all? Aren't you scared now that i am going to kill you?"

"I do not fear death,
Death fears me."

"Are you fr? Look at my goddamn face, aren't you horrified?" Jeff casually walked closer to him and stared at the boy while the boy kept painting the canvas.

The boy looked at him,
"There's nothing special about your face. I honestly thought your face would be far more terrifying like those pics on internet but honestly, you're fine overall."
he said.

Jeff stared at him dead in the eyes. "Am I beautiful?"

"You're terrifyingly beautiful."
Jeff laughed.

"Oh whatever, it's time to die.
Go.to.sleep." Jeff put the knife on his throat but the boy showed no reaction and continued what he was doing.

"..."
"This is no fun.
What are you painting?"
Jeff asked.
"You'll know when it's finished."

"Guess I'll have to wait then."