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Intro. He was standing on the sidewalk, leaning against a pole, when he saw the woman pass. The way she walked in a hurry, holding the bag tightly, caught his attention. His eyes followed her, cold, calculating every step she took. She turned the corner, not realizing that she had aroused a dangerous look. He began to walk behind her with a knife, at first slowly, as if he was in no hurry. But the farther away she got, the faster he went. The street was increasingly empty, the dim lights flashing as if to warn her. The woman entered a narrow alley, trying to shorten the way home. That's when he smiled—a crooked, satisfied smile. His footsteps echoed on the floor, increasing in pace.

Kaito

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