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|𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦: [work in progess, slow upadates]

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"𝗢𝗵, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲?"

"..."

"𝗜 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁- 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲."
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People are starting to go missing. Childern, adults, and the police are connecting it all to one person. A serial killer.

....

𝙔ou've always has a fascination with death, even when you were younger you'd have this morbid curiosity that encouraged you to take your fantasies on living things, for your own sick pleasure.

Your parents tried to help you, take you to doctors and medicate you.

It worked, for a period of time. Until you got older.

And got a stalker on your hands.

The police are no use, and you don't feel safe. You noticed the hand prints on your windows and the missing clothes.

So, how far really are you willing to go to protect yourself?

Will those disgusting methods of torture finally come to use?

Or will you die at that hands of the person who's grown obsessed with you?

𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 <3