I'M NOT A PSYCHO
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Hey guys, yeah this is my second acc cuz I forgot the password of my frst, so I decided to build a new acc to continue my story.
I hope you'll understand.
"I'm the kind of friend who will help you hide a dead body. But if you betray me, just remember I know how to hide a dead body."
- Mulerza Vefin
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[ ENGLISH VER.🇬🇧] A pastry chef a little too sticky and tactile. The very shady neighbor next door, who watches everything I do, and whose pockets are always full. A mysterious and intimidating priest who always wants to pray with me in his dilapidated church. This stranger who seems familiar to me and who keeps following me and smelling me while saying that we are related. The manager of my building is pessimistic and always violent and mean. In this small town blocked because of works and construction sites, I cannot leave. The only way out is to stay. But when the manager of my building is the victim of murder. And that the only ones living in this remote corner of the city are these few people. Since the police were difficult to contact, no one, apart from the five of us, knew that this murder had been committed. But everyone denies it and we are afraid. They accuse each other. We don't trust anyone anymore. And I, who found all these people strange and oppressive, I now have to live knowing that there is a murderer near me and I don't know if he or she will do it again .
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