Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Vivian jumped into the courtyard of the police station without making a noise.

Looking up, she saw a faint light coming from a room on the second floor. Swallowing her fears, she climbed up in Kurt's wake and found herself in the coroner's office.

A strong smell of formalin invaded Vivian's nostrils at her arrival. She was stunned to see the young man transfixed by a corpse that had undergone an autopsy.

“Isn't that Jason?”

Vivian's dark eyes widened as her tiny hands clapped to her mouth.

How did he know that Jason's body would be here?

Her pupils dilated in horror, and Vivian's head swam with more questions than answers since leaving the hospital.

However, Kurt barely moved a muscle as he stood over the body. After staring at it quietly for five minutes, he gently touched its stone-cold face.

Vivian was not sure if she had imagined detecting a trace of sadness in his gesture.

A little later, Kurt returned the corpse to its locker before emerging again.

“Kurt?” Vivian called tentatively. She did not hide from him. Instead, she craned her neck to look at him cautiously under the cold and dark night sky.

Instead of acknowledging her, Kurt merely stared into the pitch-black distance with a cold menace in his eyes.

Without warning, he jumped out of the window.

Vivian panicked. We're on the second floor! What about me?

climbed down the building clumsily crawling out from

powder on the ground

thing I thought ahead,” she muttered with a triumphant smile. “I knew he wouldn't wait,

trail of white powder under the faint

few places in the city where the

“Murderer! Murderer!”

for her safety, Vivian

young man who suddenly turned into a maniacal killer was wielding a sharp dagger in his hand. Completely ignoring the guests, he stabbed one of the hotel's waiters as soon

police sirens blaring outside the hotel.

committing

the clerk cried, color draining from

it out of here alive tonight.

into the clerk's chest until its point came

fashion and even at the exact spot of

know where we are?” the clerk asked with a horrible gargling sound as her mouth filled up

his ears, three black veins became conspicuous, resembling his

rooted to the spot

“Kurt...”

the police stormed into the building, the two

around the city, watching the rampage in Kurt's reckless wake like a fettered demon being unleashed

for fear of being targeted as his

he did not turn his weapon on

threw aside the dagger in his hand that was so slippery from all

the ground with a discordant