The midnight rain pounded the pavement as I slowly woke. My eyes opened to a grim reality; blood slicking the concrete and lifeless bodies sprawled around me. My eyes were still unaware of the concealed truth in my presence. Blood drips down my forehead, as I get up on my feet, unaware to where this gore came from.
I pace carefully through the bloodshed, studying each body strewn across the floor, their cold stillness a haunting echo of the murder that had unfolded. My steps falter as my gaze falls on a familiar figure sprawled lifeless on the ground. A strange chill crawled up my spine; why do I know this person, yet can't place them? No matter how hard I try, the memory slips away like sand through my fingers. The events before I woke up are a complete blur, lost in the haze of blood and shadows. A cold gust sweeps through the scene, carrying the metallic scent of blood and the distant hiss of something lurking in the shadows. Panic gnaws at the edges of my mind, but I force it down, focusing on the faint sound of footsteps approaching. Someone was here, watching, waiting. My heart races as I scan the darkness, my instincts screaming that I wasn't alone.
The footsteps grew louder, echoing ominously through the night. My pulse quickened, and I dart behind a thick bush, desperate to conceal myself from the approaching darkness that seemed to radiate an unnatural, suffocating aura. As the footsteps closed in, I risk a glance and freeze. A tall figure looms over me, his presence commanding, as if the blood-soaked environment around him were beneath his notice. He's strikingly handsome, with sharp features and piercing dark eyes that glinted with a cold detachment. His black shirt clings perfectly to his toned frame, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing strong forearms that only added to his composed, yet dangerous aura. The absence of a blazer made him look effortlessly powerful, a man who didn't need to try to assert dominance. His expression remains calm, unbothered by the violence, as if this world of death was where he thrived.
"I see you're still here.", he said, with a slight curve of his lip. His eyes glistening like polished obsidian, cold and unreadable.
A chill runs down my spine at his words. Something about him makes the air feel heavier, as though the world itself was bending to his will. My instincts scream to run, but my body betrays me. I can't move, can't speak. His gaze locks on mine, and a strange warmth spreads through me, despite the coldness in his eyes.
"You don't seem afraid," he mused, his voice smooth but laced with amusement. He steps closer, his presence overwhelming, each movement calculated and graceful. "Curious, for someone surrounded by death."
My heart hammered. "Do you know what happened here?", I asked with a steady tone.
The man lets out a dry, mocking chuckle. "Bold of you to ask", he murmurs, his tone laced with dark amusement. Then, in an instant, his eyes harden, the warmth vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "Weren't you the one who did all this?"
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