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

and terrified as I called

“Anyone…”

the earpiece, but no

so I

in annoyance, “Stephanie, are you done? Why don’t

a marriage agreement with you and asked her to leave me, right?

in my tracks in fear, wanting to explain.

Chapter 5

suddenly covered my mouth and

my hand. I struggled as much as I

unconscious.

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

a slight opening I could use to

large figure of a hooded man walking in from the

saw his face.

hair covered half of his face, I was still amazed

would describe

also had

killer was radiating an aura

and didn’t dare to

searching for something. He looked everywhere and picked up

my mouth in dread and carefully climbed out of the wooden crate. I wanted to run away.

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

saw the ax that the man dragged

the most perfect piece of art I’ve ever seen.”

voice was rough. It sounded like his