|{Blood On The Corpse's Coffin}|•{(KNJ)}

The young girl gently cleaned up the axe using a clean, white shroud.
Warm blood drew red lines on her pale skin and turned colder and colder as it trailed down. The bright red stains were slowly turning dark on her clothes.

Once she could see the silver of the bulky blade again, she threw the shroud away, which was coated in a dark red liquid.
The girl then tried to pull and push the body that was still warm, dragging it towards a wooden coffin.
After placing the man who was sent to catch her inside, she sat on the coffin, observing the mess she made.

Her blood stained lips stretched into a psychotic snicker. She knew he'd tie her down and keep wrecking her until he hears her begging.

But she wasn't going back.

The girl suddenly realized she had to get a new piece of shroud.

Because who would like the first thing they see when they enter the morgue to be the Blood On The Corpse's Coffin?

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A story about a rich, charming man and a young, female prosector.

The thing is, the young girl is struggling with her mental illness and the young man has a high rank in the shady, illegal business.

What happens when a small human inheritance causes an unhealthy obsession?