00. back from the dead

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"if you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us... shall we not revenge?" - william shakespeare

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the smell of rotting fleash and meat burned in haneul's nostrils. the stench of death was something haneul had yet to get used to, and she was glad she wasn't. it would be worrisome if she had gotten used to it, truthfully.

haneul was sure to watch where she stepped, avoiding the blood spatters that stained the hardwood floors. she walked up to jin who was staring pensive at the victim's body. haneul wondered what could have driven someone to do something so horrid.

"it just keeps getting worse and worse," haneul murmured. she flinched as she played out the scenario of the murder in her head. the poor woman.

"doesn't this strike you as familiar?" jin asks from beside you. you didn't notice it at first, but you did now.

"they're mimicking the kim taehyung murders."

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