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.

Anyone? I think someone’s behind

I called for someone

“Anyone…”

through the earpiece, but no

so I kept calling Michael’s phone.

call, he yelled at me in annoyance, “Stephanie, are you done?

Yas yesterday to tell her I had a marriage agreement with you and asked her to leave

halted in my tracks in

Chapter 5

of hands suddenly covered my mouth and nose.

phone fell from my hand. I struggled as much as

unconscious.

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I woke up groggily on the day of the incident, I found myself in a huge wooden crate. It was the kind

I could use to see the

tried to struggle and get up, I saw a large figure of a hooded man walking in from the outside.

saw his face.

face was very fair, and his hair was messy. Even though his hair covered half of his face, I

one would describe a killer

His facial features were well–defined. He also had

an aura of death.

was scared and didn’t dare to

like he was searching for something. He looked everywhere and picked up an ax before. dragging

and carefully climbed out of the wooden crate. I wanted to

unconscious from the back and fell to

I passed out, I saw the ax that the man dragged out and his hand.

the most perfect piece of art I’ve ever

was rough. It sounded like his voice was