Her whole body went rigid, despite having the chainsaw in her hand, she froze in terror. The moment she met that man's burning eyes. Glowing in the dark. She was paralyzed by the view of the man who was burying a person alive.
There was no sign of life in his complexion. But her feet were rooted to the ground by his bloodthirsty gaze.
Her thoughts whirled around in her mind, like a siren repeating one word over and over again.
Murderer.
Murderer.
Murderer.
She was witnessing a murder. She was the only eyewitness to a crime scene. That one word that she had only ever seen in news headlines shook her out of her stupor. Her body broke out in a cold sweat and goosebumps.
The only thing remaining, was this foreboding eeriness of seeing his face reflecting from the saw blade.
At that moment she hit the man as hard as she could, with such strength, coming from who-knows-where.
Following came a crackling sound, then something heavy hitting the ground.
... That was how she first met the man.
Her secret patient, who has been hidden away in her house, bedridden and in a vegetative state, for two years.
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Her only wish had been a quiet and safe life.
Was that too much to ask?