She is kind, soft-spoken, and gentle, but never afraid to stand for what is right. He is quiet, isolated, and impossible to read-a handsome gentleman everyone adores, with secrets no one suspects.
Then one night, she sees something she was never meant to see.
"What did you do?" she screams, staring at him through tears.
He looks at her, terrified.
"It wasn't me. I swear."
But if it wasn't him... then why is there blood on his hands?
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