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Twisted Truth
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Ongoing, Unang na-publish Oct 18, 2023
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It was when the first gunshot was fired that Liv knew she wasn't going to make it home to her sister tonight. After the third gunshot- causing her to fall off the hood of her car- Liv fell to the ground. The sound of approaching footsteps caused Liv to think fast. It's when the teenagers across the lake decided to throw a firework show, and Liv had fallen unconscious, did the individual leave. 

It's been six years since her sister, Liv went missing. Belle-Liv's' only sibling, and younger sister-hasn't gone a single one of those days without trying to gather as much evidence and information available to lead her to her sister's potential murderer.
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'The night was alive with silence. I moved through it like a shadow, black leather gloves tight on my hands, boots soft against the grass. My gas mask hid my face, leaving only darkness where my eyes should be. The world narrowed to a single point: the house ahead. Tonight, it would belong to me. The farmhouse rose stark and white beneath the moonlight, silent except for the occasional grunt of a pig or the low hum of a cow. They were unaware. They were insignificant. I crouched behind the hedge, eyes scanning, senses alert. Every detail mattered: the flicker of light across the curtains, the faint rustle of movement inside, the way a shadow shifted across the floor. She was there. Oblivious. Popcorn in hand, murmuring to herself as the television flickered. Every motion was a note in tonight's symphony, and I was the conductor. I studied her, cataloging. Timing. Patterns. Fear. She didn't notice me yet, and that was perfect. Patience was everything. One sound, one misstep, and it could all unravel. I rang the doorbell once. Silence. Again. Still nothing. She flinched slightly, just enough to make my pulse quicken. Her small reaction was delicious. A sudden movement in the yard caught my eye-a neighbor's dog barking at some unseen intruder. Its voice was loud, startling, but contained. I froze. My breath slowed. Patience. Observation. The dog's curiosity would pass. I remained still, hidden in shadow, letting the moment stretch. The animal lost interest and padded away. Perfect. I moved to the back of the house, hammer in hand.' ...
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