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i'm your sweet russian roulette

they sat on the coach with seulgi's body still in the bathroom.

"so.....who killed her?" joy asked, as irene sobbed a little.

wendy wiped at a red stain on her shirt, hoping the others wouldn't notice.

yeri was biting her nails, not able to make eye contact with irene.

and joy, she was just sitting calmly, not showing any fear.

but all of them, except for one, were afraid of the killer in the room.

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