Several days have passed since you were first accepted back into society. New, nicer clothes, no awful odor, and the chance to no longer be shunned by those around you. The days were uneventful, until you saw a man being dragged away.
"Heh, maybe the police actually managed to end the murders before they became serial," you say to yourself as the man screamed his innocence.
The newspaper's headline the next day simply read "Murderer Executed." You skimmed over it, noting the familiar names like Raven and Michi.
"That's a relief."
You spoke too soon. That night someone else you knew, Frank, was killed in a horrible manner. Nailed to a tree, an awful omen. You felt less safe where you were, everywhere you were after reading that. And you worried that if he or she weren't stopped, you might be targeted next.
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I could get used to doing this.
