WHO'S THE CULPRIT?!
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They act as my friends in front of me because they need me. But I already knew, they don't like me. They don't want me.
But still I treated them as my friends and now they are getting killed one by one.
I'm afraid. So afraid.
Am I next? Am I the next target?
And ---
WHO'S THE CULPRIT?!
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