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Before getting one of the knives, I look back at the scene.

Seven corpses are in what used to be their places at the table. Their name cards beside them.

They're all slumped forward, heads on the empty plates.

A knife through the back of their skull.

There's a tea cup next to every body. They're filled with a unnaturally green liquid.

I smile at this, the poison in the tea.

Like the note said. So it was the killers note.

I nod towards the living man amongst the dead.

He nods back.

I understand.

When I find the biggest knife, I leave in search of the other remaining surviver.

I need to prove I can kill, even if I am not the strongest.

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