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"If you're so desperate, go and find someone to kill you," he spat angrily.
Internally, he felt tired of hearing so many pleas.
He slammed the door shut. Confident that she wouldn't flee and seek another serial killer.
"You're the only one who can kill me"
He heard Ray's singular voice.
That's why.
"It's our oath," she continued.
He flung the door open and looked at her fixedly from above.
"I know," he answered. "But you're already dead."
She looked at him with surprise, but her eyes did not shine. Her eyes had no life.
She didn't cry, didn't get angry, didn't run.
"Get scared, beg for your life," he demanded. "If you don't, it's so boooring."
However, she didn't move, didn't express any emotion.
She was already dead. She was living dead.
"Kill me... please," she only articulated.
"Aren't you afraid of dying?" It was a stupid question. He knew it, she was begging him to do that deed, but did she really have no fear? Agh! She was asking for it as if nothing.
"Death is not frightening. What's scary is not being needed by anyone."
He smiled without smiling, like someone hearing a joke that's not funny.
"Don't bother me," he replied. "I don't feel like it," and he closed the door again, leaving the young woman behind it.
Meanwhile, those words remained locked in his mind.
"Death is not frightening. What's scary is not being needed by anyone"
The killer slid down the door, brought his two hands to his hair. Realizing that Ray was the only person who needed him, whether for his reason (The fulfillment of his oath) She was the only one, so if she was no longer there. Then... what the fuck was left?
"I need you... alive," he murmured to himself.