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?

she climbed down the building clumsily crawling

a sprinkle of white powder on the ground where she last

a triumphant smile. “I knew he wouldn't wait, so I tagged him

powder under the faint moonlight,

the city where the lights were on at that hour. At that moment, screams of horror were coming

“Murderer! Murderer!”

and regard for her

young man who suddenly turned into a maniacal killer was wielding a sharp dagger in his hand. Completely ignoring the

a moment because the next thing she remembered was the noise of police sirens blaring outside the hotel. She looked up and found the dagger in Kurt's hand pointed

you enjoy committing murder?” he

color draining from

of you will make it out of

chest

the exact spot of the bullet

you know where we are?” the clerk asked with a horrible

lips. Behind his ears, three black

was rooted to the spot in

“Kurt...”

the police stormed into the building,

rampage in Kurt's reckless wake like a fettered demon

not hold on anymore for fear

not turn his weapon

entire staff of a supermarket, he threw aside the dagger in his hand that was so slippery from all the blood that he could not even hold

weapon fell to the ground with a discordant