I couldn't speak. It seemed as if everybody was going to just cut me into pieces or have been the reason.
Except for Tessa, and Emy, almost everyone who knew me, were afraid to place an encounter. The funny part was, I couldn't blame them.
Because when every head gets cut off, I try to communicate with this lovely monster who meets me at night, by the door, so that I could inform the next target he was going to die. But that sounded like betrayal, now, something my stupid brain was saying to my face.
And why I am thinking so much?
Only because last night, another murder happened?
Or because I had actually witnessed him dying?
Or because I had opened my mouth to say, he was annoying?
Or because everything he had ever done to me was painful?
I didn't know, what I had done to bring
