I looked at the where the red stings follow; their pins and bloody pictures that's too disturbing to look at. I think from the bottom of my head. "Twelve clear murders, three attempted." I mumbled to myself, as I place my chin on the palm of my hand. "Who are you, you mischievous little killer."
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The post-war era has arrived in this quiet and lovely town, Whispering Oaks. A town where digital divide of technology is present. A man who wants to solve puzzles for fun, Elvis Guillebeaux is now a sophomore, impressing his professor, and also being on their last nerve.