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Who’s the Prey Now?
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My sister is dead. She committed suicide for a man.
When I was sorting through her belongings, I found a pair of handcuffs and some photographs.
In the photos, she was completely naked, her body covered in bruises.
A rush of blood surged through me, my whole body turned cold, and I was instantly overwhelmed by an indescribable terror and confusion.
But I didn’t know yet that the person who started all this had no intention of stopping.
And I was his next target.
The Non-Existent Thief
I am a Thief.
While I was stealing, the homeowner came back.
With no other choice, I had to hide Under the Bed.
But in the next second, the Man pulled out a Knife and slit the woman’s throat, then took out his Phone to make a call.
Just as he dialed, from the pocket of my clothes,
came the sound of vibration.
