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.

think

terrified as I called for someone through the earpiece.

“Anyone…”

but no one

off, so

finally picked up the call, he yelled at me in annoyance, “Stephanie, are you done? Why don’t you go and

asked her to leave me,

in fear,

Chapter 5

a pair of hands suddenly

hand. I struggled as much as

unconscious.

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the incident, I found myself in a huge wooden crate. It was the kind that was used to store fragile

was a slight opening I could

I tried to struggle and get up, I saw a large figure of

his

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

would describe

His facial features were well–defined. He also had pure dark

killer was radiating an aura

was scared and didn’t dare to make any

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

my mouth in dread and carefully climbed out of the wooden crate.

before I could run far, I was knocked unconscious from the

I saw the ax that the man

perfect piece of art I’ve ever

was rough. It sounded