Like a broken rag doll. My limbs were twisted, my whole body covered in blood. That "gloomy face" she always hated then looked pale, almost transparent.A sharp branch pierced straight through my chest, pinning me to the muddy ground beneath me.Rain kept hitting my face, but it could not wash away that dull, lifeless gray of death.Harriet stood there, completely still.Then suddenly, she laughed. "This prop looks so real."She stepped forward, crouched down, and reached out, her fingers brushing against my cheek, slick with rain, my skin already cold and rigid, all elasticity gone.She kept smiling, but her eyes were empty, like hollow pits."Daniel, where did you get this prop? It's incredible, even the wound!"She reached toward the blood on my chest. "Why isn't the paint dry yet?"She rubbed harder, but the more she wiped, the more it spread, red smearing across her hands, thick, sticky, and warm, the metallic smell clinging stubbornly, even the rain unable to wash it awa
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