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?

stomping her feet in silent frustration, she climbed down the building clumsily crawling out from the place he had

on the ground where

“I knew he wouldn't wait, so I tagged him

powder under the faint moonlight, she dashed off in the

of the few places in the city where the lights were on at that

“Murderer! Murderer!”

and regard for her safety, Vivian ran

dagger in his hand. Completely ignoring the guests, he

must have blanked out for a moment because the next thing she remembered was the noise of police sirens blaring outside the hotel.

enjoy committing murder?” he

the clerk cried, color draining

of you will make it out of here alive tonight.

clerk's chest until its point came

at the exact spot

clerk asked with a

lips. Behind his ears, three black veins became conspicuous, resembling

to the

“Kurt...”

stormed into the building, the two had

the night traveling around the city, watching the rampage in Kurt's

she could not hold on anymore for fear of being targeted as his

turn his weapon on

of a supermarket, he threw aside the dagger in his hand that was so

fell to the ground with a discordant