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Oh...

I must have underestimated the killer.

Oh.

Even though the corpses aren't looking at me, I feel watched.

And then I notice him, sitting among them, impersonating them.

He sits up and smiles.

This must have been difficult to arrange.

For a second, I feel weak. But then the feeling is gone.

I slowly walk towards the knife rack.

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