SHADOW ( 1 )
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Last published Mon, Apr 21, 2025
the muscles in the "femur" region (thigh area) and "brachium" (upper arm) have been surgically excised... identical across all three bodies. To transform pain into a narcotic thrill and execute such precision-this is no ordinary killer. It's the first time I've witnessed a murder this flawless, leaving not a single trace. A brutally meticulous, diabolical act, orchestrated with terrifying planning... We're dealing with a genius psychopath... or something else entirely. -Benjamin
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What the hell was going on? All logical thought swept from your brain. How could this be? This man could not be standing in front of you. No you're dreaming. You must be. You fell asleep at work and you're dreaming. Okay. Okay. You just need to wake yourself up. Yeah that's it. You tried pinching yourself but you couldn't move your hands out of the tight grip. The only unrestrained part of your body were your legs. You violently landed a kick to your left shin. "FUCKING SHIT!!" Was that supposed to hurt that much in a dream?
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