Mask Off
I pulled into his house, no need for forced entry, I had a mod, unlocked the door and strode peacefully to his bathroom.
I pulled the knife out, wore my apron and pulled the knife on the neck, careful not to splash much blood on myself. I pulled my Journal, it was a little rough but it kept all that was left of my sanity. Dipping a feather into the cutthroat, I wrote,
No. 57: unknown, but looks exactly like her.
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Bab Populer