❝Aren't you scared at all doing this?❞
❝No, I love taking pictures of them dead.❞
[WARNING: may contain graphic contents, and dark and mild sexual themes.]
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It was one morning when I decided to shop for some clothes and take a stroll along the busy street. But of course, as a lady and one coming from the upper class, I must have a chaperon with me to monitor my movements consigned by my strict parents.
The sun's warm ray streaming down the consecutive tall buildings and also, a crowd of people gathered around near an alley not far away from us. I was going to join them but a hand gripped on my arm—stopping me. My trusted handmaid, Nora, shook her head in disapproval to my attempt. She is few years older than me and already working in our household ever since I was a child. More likely, she's kind of my childhood friend too. Nevertheless, I still stubbornly went to the crowd and raised the heels of my feet to take a peek over at the center. I can see some bustling police officers encircling a laid body covered in a white sheet; spots of bloodstain visible on the sheet.
"Another murder by that disreputable serial killer, and this time the daughter of a Lord from the parliament." A croaky voice next to me said.
I snapped my head to see a passerby old man wearing a top hat and a grouchy look crossing on his face. "How can you be sure that it's the same killer from the previous incidents?" I queried with one lifted eyebrow.
"Well if the victim has missing any finger part, for sure that's him it's his known signature kill!" He asserted.
At the mention of finger part, my mind suddenly went to that post-mortem photographer from yesterday. As a matter of fact, my older brother does have a missing thumb on his right hand. It can't be really him right? Speaking of the devil, he's actually right there in the flesh across the thick crowd; taking a peek too at the crime scene. I suspiciously eyed his blank expression, expecting something revelation from his reaction.
Shortly after, something contorted on his face causing me to narrow my eyes; discerning his face because of the long distance between us. To my surprise, there's a trace of smile tugged at the corner of his lips. His eyes then unexpectedly landed to me as I quickly averted my widen eyes and grasped Nora's arm to leave. I ignored her confused calls to me and kept moving forward, not sparing a glance to him.
