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WHO’S THE KILLER?
“She’s just trying to make us believe her side of the story. Do not trust her,” Billy managed to keep both the participants' hands and tongues tied. To me, they all seemed like puppets without consciousness. That’s how Billy and Elijah had been dealing with them. They all seemed to have lost their ability to see things for their real value. They weren’t able to pick right from wrong. It was truly comical to see them being reduced to the status of a mindless puppet. However, my own tragic circumstances made it impossible for me to mock them for their mindless behaviour. “Come at me with all you’ve got. It’s only then can you prove yourself. That’s what you said earlier, right? Now, you’re reduced to the status of a joke,” Billy declared proudly. From his actions, I recognised that B
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