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Her First: 3

But as the police began to investigate further, they uncovered a dark web of secrets and lies that went far beyond anything the child could have imagined. It turned out that the mother had been involved in a sinister cult that worshipped the colour red headed by the leader called HEIDI centuries ago and her poor husband Mr. Penelope had stumbled upon their rituals.

In a desperate bid to silence him, the cult members had kidnapped and murdered the father, leaving behind only a trail of red clues. The mother, consumed by grief and guilt, had become trapped in her own world of madness, using the colour red to try and conjure up her husband's spirit and for which she collected hundreds of victim's bloods that narrows down to the serial killings that have been happening! Says the reporter on TV and ends on the note 'With that, let's all hope to make the place the same Sunshine valley away from trauma and deaths!"

House: I thought you have taken into custody in a foster home

Clara: I ain't a child, you know! The brats in the foster home were annoying but I gotta fake it till I make it. So, I escape the place after midnight to chill here!

House: Ugh, you made me something cursed, and none dares to enter!

Clara: Well, everything proceeds as part of my plan!

House: Even me?

Clara: Hmm. Even the cult!

House: What? How?

Clara: You know I have the past life memories right so of course even as a five - year old adopted daughter, I made connection with the cult member this time which is leading by Heidi's grand - granddaughter now.

House: Woah, the cult is still alive after all this time.

Clara: Anyways, I promised them the prey and using my mother's yearning for children, I tempted her to read the cursed book to help her get pregnant naturally if she can sacrifice her husband who's a domestic abuser and without any hesitance, she took the bait and here we are having the women who's dying of guilt every day to the extend of summoning back her husband! Well, I'm hungry after this long story!

House: Oh, yeh human flesh. It disgusts me though Clara. I am not a living being and I'm not afraid to say so.

Clara: Eh, I was disgusted with it during my first time too.

House: Are you telling me that you weren't born cannibal but made as one?

Clara: In my first life, I was a poor abandoned girl at streets. Drunken men want to take advantage of me when I stole their foods, and I ran as long as I remember only to find solace in the graveyard. One day, I met this man in his 30's working as a graveyard maintainer, and I started working under him.

House: Sounds tough

Clara continues without any emotions "I married him just like he wished to be to keep me as his assistant in graveyard. I was 20 years old, and I had no objections as well. We shared passionate nights if you know what I mean but do you know where we fed on?

House: No, you don't say...the corpse?

Clara: Totally! It disgusted me too, but my husband seasoned it well and taught me how to enjoy and savour the flavour. Human flesh with proper seasoning adds up more heat in the body thus as a result, there isn't a single night we didn't have sex! I did get pregnant many times, but no child lasted as I don't have any appropriate food.

House: Then how did you die?

Clara: We were discovered by the police and got judged with death penalty for all the crimes we committed and boom, I got reincarnated as a duke's in house maid. Isn't it funny?

House: Seriously?

Clara stayed silent, remembering her law in her first life when she was condemned to death. When the jury asked, "Any last words?"

(Clara, a weathered woman, stands alone. Her clothes are tattered, and her eyes hold a mix of weariness and defiance.)

"Born on these streets, raised by the wind and the rain. I've fought for every scrap of food, every inch of safety. Loneliness has been my constant companion, a cold, biting shadow that follows me everywhere. Men, drunk on their own misery, have tried to take advantage of me, turning my life into a nightmare. I've worked as a gravedigger, a solitary task that suits my weary soul.

I married a man cursed with a life as mine. Though I don't recall doing anything particularly bad in my past, fate seems determined to punish me. My current life is a barren wasteland, a constant struggle against despair. I yearn for a chance to start over, to be reborn into a life free from suffering."

House: Clara? Clara? Are you there?

Clara: Can't you keep quiet; I'll go hunt some human flesh and I'll eat here and leave. See you again at tomorrow midnight!