Revenge After Death

Chapter 5

It was four nights away before the incident.

I was wearing a red one–piece dress and standing in an alley, shaking nonstop.

“Act natural.” Michael’s voice came through the earpiece I was wearing.

I walked from one end of the alley to the other multiple times. However, there was no one suspicious.

“Mike, could it be that the killer isn’t interested in her?”

“Haha! Even a killer isn’t interested in her.”

Michael’s buddies‘ mocking laughter could be heard through the earpiece.

I crouched on the ground with teary eyes. I had a sudden urge to cry out loud.

That night, I didn’t manage to lure out the killer.

I thought they would let me go, but that wasn’t the case.

Three nights before the incident, they still made me walk back and forth in Serenity Lane. But I still failed to lure out the person they were looking for.

Two nights before the incident, Yasmin came looking for me.

“Stephie, I’m sorry. I remembered it wrongly last time. I don’t think it was Serenity Lane.

“Instead, I think I was followed in Sunset Alley. Michael wants you to go there after work tonight. We will set up an ambush there in advance, so yell for us if something happens.

I believed her and went to Sunset Alley after work.

This time, someone really started following me.

I think someone’s behind me.”

nervous and terrified as I called for someone

“Anyone…”

but no

was off, so I kept calling Michael’s

at me in annoyance, “Stephanie,

her I had a marriage agreement with you and asked her to leave me, right? Listen to me. If

tracks in fear, wanting to explain.

Chapter 5

of hands suddenly

much as I could, but it was in vain. Soon, I fell

unconscious.

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myself in a huge

slight opening I could use

a large figure of a hooded man walking in from the

his face.

his hair covered half of his face, I was still amazed by what

no one would describe a killer

that man’s eyes were light blue. His facial features were well–defined. He also had pure dark hair and pale skin.

killer was radiating an aura of death.

scared and didn’t dare to

looked everywhere and picked up an ax before. dragging it

dread and carefully climbed out of the wooden crate.

unconscious

out, I saw the ax that the man dragged out

of art I’ve ever seen.”

rough. It sounded like his voice