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

terrified as I

“Anyone…”

sounds came through the earpiece, but no one was listening to me.

was off, so I kept calling

in annoyance, “Stephanie, are you done? Why

and asked her to

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of hands suddenly covered my mouth and nose.

I struggled as much as I

unconscious.

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day of the incident, I found myself in a huge

opening I could use to

large figure of a hooded man walking

his

messy. Even though his hair covered half of

no one would describe a killer as attractive.

light blue. His facial features were well–defined. He also had pure dark hair and pale skin. It was obvious that he was mixed

killer was radiating an aura

was scared and didn’t dare

for something. He looked everywhere and

dread and carefully climbed out of the wooden crate. I

run far, I was knocked unconscious from the back and fell

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

most perfect piece of art I’ve

was rough. It sounded like