This Is Not Mine

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"I don’t think we can make it in time for the debut. We have to finish it before the birthday party. My gut said so." ----Killer.

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After Zeppelin told the head maid, Darlene, to send the letter, Darlene went back to her room as soon as possible. But when she came back to her room, she saw her door slightly open and frowned.

Darlene prepared her hidden knife and silently dropped down. Using a hand mirror, she checked the small gap to see what was hidden. But there was no one, and no traps were seen.

With questions in her mind, she holds her breath while carefully opening her door.

There was no smoke or any hidden traps for her. Even so, she was not relieved. Someone came to her room and left the door open. ‘Was it purposely?’

But what could they gain?

‘Or was it an amateur?’

Impossible. All the maids here are experts. Even the killer should not be this careless when they, the assassin maids, could not even find that killer.

Instead of thinking too much about it, Darlene went to ch