A deadly love potion,
a double-edged sword of jealousy,
and a fatal love charm.
Who is behind this brutal revenge plot?
Discover the answers in "The Deadly Charm"
The full moon floated high in the sky, casting a silvery-white glow over the world below. The moonlight reflected off everything, giving the night an ethereal beauty. Nuanphan's large house stood in the middle of a garden surrounded by tall trees, creating a mysterious and quiet atmosphere.
Krittin and Akira made their way toward the house, their movements illuminated by the bright moonlight and deep shadows cast by the trees.
Krittin wore a well-tailored black windbreaker jacket. The jacket had a modern design and was made from water-repellent fabric. Underneath, he wore a black T-shirt for ease of movement, paired with dark jeans that provided both security and comfort. His black boots, durable and slip-resistant, gave him confidence as he walked on wet or uneven surfaces.
Akira was dressed in a light gray long-sleeved shirt made of stretchy fabric, allowing for quick and comfortable movement. She paired it with black leggings, perfect for running or moving swiftly, and her black sneakers were durable and ideal for traveling through unfamiliar terrain.
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When the two arrived at Nuanphan's house, they immediately felt the strange and eerie atmosphere. The moonlight shining through the windows cast moving shadows on the walls, making the house feel even more unsettling.
"Be careful," Krittin whispered.
"Uh-huh," Akira nodded in agreement.
"Huh, how can you start without me?" Sora interrupted, his voice playful but firm.
"Why are you here?" Aria asked irritably.
"How can I send my soul to its doom without you?" Sora snorted.
"Heh, just burn that pathetic soul and send it to hell. Simple," Aria shot back, clearly unwilling to back down.
"Don't fight anymore," Akira quickly intervened, stepping between the two before their bickering could escalate. Krittin, watching with amusement, smiled.
"Hey, you, cut it out," Akira protested, directing her frustration toward Krittin.
"Alright, are you both ready?" Krittin asked, turning to Sora and Aria.
"Yeah," they responded in unison.
Krittin and Akira cautiously entered Nuanphan's house. The heavy wooden door creaked as they pushed it open, revealing the cold and silent interior. The only light came from the moonlight streaming through the windows, casting shifting shadows that seemed almost alive. They passed through the living room, where old furniture and family pictures adorned the walls, memories of a different time.
They made their way upstairs to the top floor, stopping outside the bedroom door. Inside, the sound of Nuanphan's deep breathing was clear. When they opened the door, they found her lying peacefully on the bed, her face serene, as if she were simply asleep.
