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She just looked at him. "You know what I am," he said from behind her. "I know." "Then don't—" He stopped. She turned around."Don't what? Don't look at you like you're human? Don't put a band-aid on your arm? Don't sit here in this shitty motel room with a man who kills people for a living and still feel safer than I've felt in years?" His jaw tightened."You don't mean that." "I don't say things I don't mean."

He re-emerged with an old worn leather book, Alissa could see slips of paper sticking out of it. He placed it on the table and opened it. “This, is our biggest secret, you must never tell a soul unless they come to you in this trouble.” He pushed the book towards her pointing to a yellowed piece of paper that had been stuck to the page. Alissa read the fading ink

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

Opening the cabinet as I found myself behind the stool, I saw him pulling out a book. A black leather book, its edges gilded and a silver crescent moon shimmer on its front cover. “I read it here before about a case. Your case, Cassidy, is rare. Extremely rare.”

the killer laid its body and started closing its eyes, "I'm gonna catch some zzz's~ Talk to you later, dear~" "Sure sure, rest well~ Everything is set so we can finally rest until tonight again~" The woman yawned and rest beside the killer at the table where books surrounds them underground. ~ KL •Season One• R18GB

he asked. I shook my head. "No, he didn't. I haven't even seen him in a while." I swallowed. "I found.. a book, a book in Sebastian's library. It contained.. profiles. Photographs of people who had already died. Dead. With notes in there, and all killed." He looked at me like he was really listening to me. "On the very last page, there's Killian's profile," I swallowed. "He was targeted." "You're worried about Killian?"

Is there any way? After three days, he visits the library and finds the book that the killer had read to her when she was in a coma. The book has a haunting message, but the book shows that the killer has aesthetic senses. Although the killer was caught on the camera, it's useless. Aside from his shoe size, height, and body shape, Do Sejin or the police don’t know anything about him. Still, it's a start. Hong Dae Yi. He isn’t sure if it’s him. So, he has to find that man and his family.

I just killed someone. Mystery man: Are you kidding me? Who the heck did you kill? Me: Rosita. Mystery man: Rosita? Are you kidding me. That is murder! Me: Come on, relax. Rosita is a character in my book. Mystery man: You got me there, so you killed off a character. What a badass writer. Get ready to be murdered by your readers. Me: Don't crack me up, I didn't even plan it. It just turned out that way. Now I feel bad and feel good at the same time.

“Have you ever heard of the killer BTK?” “I have.” “He was based out of Wichita, Kansas. Correct?” “He was.” “Did you know he was a member of their church, had kids and was an active member of their community?” Elaine squirmed in her seat. “Relevance?” Lilith stood up. “I am getting there.” Mr. Francis stated. “Then get there.” “Do you think anyone in his church, community or his family thought he was capable of binding woman up, torturing them being ultimately killing them?”