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CHAPTER 6

Author: Wounded_Star
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-29 04:41:00

"You weren’t supposed to see this yet."

Boses niya. Mababang bulong, pero sapat para manginig ang buo kong katawan. Dahan-dahan akong lumingon. Naroon siya sa anino ng pintuan, may hawak na lighter, at ang titig niya ay parang apoy.

"Zech..."

Lumapit siya, tahimik, tulad ng laging ginagawa niya. Hindi ko mahanap ang lakas para gumalaw. Parang kinuryente ang katawan ko ng presensya niya.

"Dapat hindi mo 'to nakita," ulit niya, mas malamig. "Pero siguro, kailangan na rin."

"Paano mo nakuha ang mga 'to?"

"Reighn... you have no idea how long I’ve waited to see you this close."

Nanlaki ang mata ko. "You knew who I was? From the beginning?"

Tumango siya. Hindi siya nagkunwaring inosente. Hindi rin siya nagpakita ng pagsisisi.

"The night your family died... I was there," bulong niya. "Not as the killer. But as the shadow."

Lumapit siya sa pader, hinaplos ang lumang litrato ko habang umiiyak.

"You were a child. Lost. Covered in blood. Pero kahit ganun, sa gitna ng gulo, ang tingin mo... paran
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