Lacuna

It had been two years. Two years, and Irene was finally home.

Yrelia is a normal adult. Living in a crappy apartment with taxes to pay and financial struggles, she is your average next door tenant.

But on the day her best friend returns from travelling the globe, strangers pound on her door at midnight. And Yrelia starts to discover that Irene isn't who she says she is.

Not even close.

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She waggled her eyebrows at me, just as how Irene always did when she was in trouble. It hurt me witness it.

"Kill someone? But you aren't dead. That counts as something, right?" Irene said.

"Oh? So whoever you killed doesn't count because it's not me?!"

"I'd like to say that they did."
"Liked? LIKED?"

"Yeah. That's what I said."

I lost it. "You're a KILLER!" I shouted.
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