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There it was, that feeling again. That ineffable rush Keigo couldn't explain. Not with words, not even with a sketch.
But they got it wrong. Those TV people. Those policemen. They got the wrong killer. It's not that old criminal who did it, no. It's a young man, with hair the color of Natsumi's blush and eyes that shone bright in the pale moonlight.
Keigo could remember it still. Vividly. The man's heavenly composure. Every single detail of his features. His appearance and posture. The way his lips had curled with morbid pleasure.
It's undeniably haunting.
It's also simply fascinating.
CKGrillie Wed 13 Jul 2022 12:10PM UTC
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