Chapter 1

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Deep in Zepotha woods a man slowly eats his sandwich in his empty house. The poor man, all alone. His house no mere than a shack. A boy with dark brown hair and soal stealing black eyes enters the room. "Who are you?!" Shouts the man. The boy approaches the man, carrying a long, sharp knife. "What you want?!" Yells the man, holding a frying pan. The boy remains silent.

The boy stabs the man right through the chest, killing him instantly. As the boy leaves the house, his hands and knife drenched in blood he throws a bomb behind him and the house is blown to shreds, no evidence left.

The boy returns to his own home and places his coat on the coatrack by his front door. He heads to the kitchen sink to wash off his hands and the knife. He leaves the knife in the sink and dries his hands. He turns on the lights, he's alone. He's always alone. So very alone. Except for his friend group of course, but he's never really liked them. And his girlfriend but she's on vacation with her family. The boy opens his phone, no new messages.

He wishes good night to his girlfriend and he heads up to bed.

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