The Last Victim
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"I love it. Killing is art, and I'm the master."
The words echo in the silence of my mind, as I watch her from the shadows. She doesn't know it yet, but she's already a part of my masterpiece. The way she walks, so confidently, so unaware of the danger that shadows her every step. I've been following her for days, learning her routines, memorizing her every move.
Tonight, she's mine.
PS
the cover in not mine/credits to the cover picture owner
English is not my first language my include mistakes.
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