Momo kept running.
She turned to check on her pursuer and was dismayed at the fact that she wasn't far behind her.
Tears streamed down her face.
If only she wasn't so curious.
She turned to focus on escaping, but a sharp slender object embedded itself into Momo's abdomen. Crimson red blood flowed out, staining her shirt, the amount so abundant that the fabric failed to absorb all the the red liquid as it dripped down onto the hard pavement.
Momo's face twitched in both pain and confusion. She slowly fell to her knees and the smiling killer took a step back to give space for the corpse to fall forward.
The knife was stuck so deep into the body that it protruded out from the back, the tip stained red and standing rather upright and the sight of it was so nauseating, but the killer enjoyed it.
Till her last breath, Momo failed to close her eyes. Her unseeing eyes fixed stiffly onto the killer. However much the killer enjoyed the attention from the dead girl, she stepped over the corpse calmly and headed back for home with an excuse all clearly mapped in her head.
