You take the knife that has seemed to materialize in your hand.

You hold it in front of you, her eyes go wide with terror and you bury it deep in her chest.

The blood rains over your hand, stains her shirt, it is hot and steaming in the cold room.

What have you done?

I didn’t think you had it in you. Now look at this mess, you’ll go to prison for this.

But don’t worry I’ll be there too.

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