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"Huh, hah, my God. Blimey."

Isela ran.

Curiously, Karen recognized that she was a murderer, and the unpleasant sense of tying Isela to the twenty disappeared. It was even scarier because it was unknown. It was all the more frightening because the fantasy and reality were ambiguous.

"I can live...You can buy it.”

I clenched my teeth.

Once he is rid of his insanity, and yet fearless, Karen is only a 17-year-old young maiden. And there was no gun. All she has is a silver candlestick.

Karen's inner self was never a monster, much less a man. The force seemed weaker than Isela. I'm very thin.

"I'll make you rot in prison."

Isela made up her mind. No, Karen will be executed. She giggled with hope. He may become a hero. Karen is a child who killed her father and a murderer who might have killed a few more. After catching her, Raymond will surely admire Isela and bow his head to repent of his actions.

"Whoow."

I'll live before that.

Checking her surroundings, Isela pushed the door in front of her.

"Crazy."

It was locked. Did you lock it because it's an unused hallway? Staring his tongue, he took his breath away. Fortunately, Karen was slower than her, but she could no longer hear footsteps.

"Ta-da."

"…huh?"

Someone pressed on the shoulder. The sound of holding one's breath and laughing quietly can be heard whispering in one's ear.

"How could I miss you in my house?”

Karen laughed like a nightmare.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Isela shook off Karen's grip and stepped hard on Karen's foot. Suddenly, when I heard a terrible sound, Isela cheered inside.

"Your behavior is crazy."

She laughed, dripping blood from her feet. Like you don't feel pain. And then came to Isela again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Isela screamed with disgust. That woman is a monster.

Karen walked up and smiled. Like in a garden or a music room. She looked like a cultured lady, but her feet were bleeding and her hands came up with a candlestick.

Karen spoke with a smile on her face.

"Icella... do you want to be friends in the next life?"

"…Ha?"

Unexpected words popped out of a really strange situation.

"As expected, the screams are wonderful."

There was only one thing Isela could say.

"…crazy girl."

He shot it like that and turned away. If it was a safe situation, I would even want to make a gesture.

"That's too bad...But maybe we can be friends next time. You…."

"Get lost!"

Karen shrugged her shoulders in the distance and was chasing her. dragging one's legs It was horrifying and Isela clenched her teeth.

So once again, the dark corridor continued.

"Sigh, ha, ha."

My breath came to my chin. My heart beat wildly. Physical fitness is also being limited. Isela cursed the never-ending corridor.

Maybe it's all a dream. If he falls down like this, everything will be solved and he won't open his eyes in bed.

“…….”

That's not be true. Isela laughed at herself as she ran.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....”

But that's also a limit. Isela found a man just before she collapsed.

"Ah."

There were people on the other side of the dark.

"By any chance…."

No, it's not a woman. Isela squinted her eyes, checked it first, and then breathed a small sigh of relief.

On top of that, it's definitely a man. It's not Karen at all. Finally! Isela cheered.

"Help! Help me!"

Isela ran for power towards Inyoung.

"Huh, hah, hah, hah...Murder, murder, murder...!”

Isela ran to them with all her might and collapsed. It's warm. It's a person.

"What's the matter?"

One of them held onto Isela and asked. People. It's real. I finally met a person.

Murder... Murder...Karen Haier...It's a killer. Killed a man... Your father....”

"What's that…"

The other man groans like he can't believe it. You can't believe it. But somehow it's over. I am safe with myself.

"The lord?"

"Everything. Everything about her...".”

I felt my legs relax from the relief of meeting people. That's a relief. I met someone. That crazy girl. You're done.

Isela cleared her throat and looked up. No, I was going to hold it.

"…kkkk."

White fingers clasped Isela's neck. Isela struggled and felt the hand slowly lift her body.

Why?

"…so."

Darkness falls before Isela.

"I've told you over and over again."

A low-pitched voice sank in the ear.

"Don't get in the way of useless things."

***

Karen held the silver candlestick in her hands and leaned against the wall. I wanted to cry. So I cried.

Hot tears streamed down the cheeks. There's no one. Why? Where did the supporting actor run away from his hands? She can't get out of this hallway.

"Isela...where did she go?"

Isela disappeared. Where it was supposed to be, Isela disappeared. Like Nancy. Like her on that day.

"Icella. Icella. Miss Icela Evans....”

I sing it earnestly again and again like a lover I love. Please show up. Please don't disappear. You're going to die for me. It's too much now. I hate the world of insanity again. Karen herself should be the one who kills Isela. She doesn't show up even if she goes around the hallway again and again.

"Icella Evans!"

Even though she screamed loudly, she didn't show up.

Karen collapsed in the hallway. I can't stop crying. Please show up. Kill me. Or kill me. I'd love to. I hate this irrational world. There's nothing definite and the truth is vague, but this place is too much.

"Please show up....”

Karen moved slowly as she waited. It's okay. Calm down. I'm fine. Let's think. Let's doubt it. Doubt will save you. Let's think where Isela went. But it wasn't all right.

"…it hurts."

Pain is coming up from my feet. Karen crouched down in the hallway.

"It hurts so much..."

I'm dying. Karen hated the pain. But what I hate more than pain was the fact that Isela disappeared. Once again, Isela disappeared. If she succeeded in running away, she wouldn't be so quiet. The situation is too heavy and unpleasant.

"…don't do this."

I hate this kind of thing. Was it such a great thing to hope that when a man dies, he will be buried in the ground, rotten, and that time will pass? Karen wiped away her tears and dragged her legs back to her study. Every step is painful. At least gold must have gone. But the least comforting thing for Karen was this pain.

“…….”

The only thing that saves Karen from Isela's disappearance and panic is the pain she left behind.

"…let's go back."

I've already done a few laps. It's a waste of time to go around more here. Karen decided to make a more important confirmation.

"No way. That can't be true."

Karen, just in case. Mumbling, he headed back to his study.

"It's too much to do this now.”

I was just wondering if something was going to come out, but it's too much to break the story again! Karen suppressed her scream and forced herself to move. It took too long and painful to move the owl's foot. Karen barely managed to return to her study after at least five times more time. Karen closed her eyes and prayed.

"Please..."

Please don't disappear, Father. I don't like it. I don't like fantasy and I don't like SinB.

Take a deep breath before opening the door. Karen grasped the falling heart and turned the handle.

Click, click.

He opened the door of his study.

"…Ha."

It was a relief. The lord hung himself and was shaking slowly in the air. It was the same situation as before. Karen sighed with relief when she saw the body. That's a relief. My father is dead.

"Daddy."

The body was hanging still. Even though Isela is gone, her father's body remains like this. So did Isela succeed in running away?

"Is Tom...? "

Karen gripped the candlestick and looked around the room. Maybe Isela is here, too. There's a saying that goes back to the beginning. Maybe. Isela may be hiding with a mind that says, "I don't know if she'll ever come back here."

Karen looked under her desk and wandered between the bookshelves. His feet hurt and he stumbled down, but he looked between the sofa and the statues. Looking forward to a small head crouching and hiding....

Tom was not there.

"Did you run away?”

It could be. Karen was not surprised by the fact. With that level of determination and execution, he must have run away. taking advantage of the situation

"If you want revenge, come out now...It could kill you.”

But it was quiet in the room. Only the lord, who had already become a thing, was shaking slowly like a pendulum.

And then there was a scream and people's.

The servants were heard shouting at the people. The biggest voice is Bowen's. He was telling people to get out of the mansion.

"Ah…."

It's over.

Karen covered her tear-stained face with her hands.

The settlement has become impossible.

People are caught killing and imprisoned.

That's all right.

It's not the worst. It wasn't the worst. The father disappeared, Isela disappeared, everything disappeared, and the sense of time, sight, touch, and everything was much cleaner than the mess.

Current situation: Murder is caught and sent to prison.

Of course, it's a bad thing. Karen smiled dejectedly. After he is imprisoned, he won't get any more information. Well, at best, he's on record as a psychopath.And it'll be recorded as a psychopath and a man who killed his father.

Isela will testify that way. It is meaningless to testify that Tom killed. Icella will testify, and Karen will not be able to escape because she has attacked her. And I don't really feel wronged about it. It is a stark fact that he wanted to kill his father. No, actually, didn't you get mad at losing your game?

"If Isela succeeded, I'm already wrong.”

It is impossible to settle. I should have killed Isela immediately there. I didn't expect Isela to avoid it. Maybe Isela saw Nancy's body and turned it over because she saw it wrong to deceive Karen? Karen thought it might be.

The lord had died several times and every time Karen had to squeeze out a forced tear that she couldn't tell if she was sick.

Isela makes you cry at once. Applause for her, and ridicule for Karen. You pathetic murderer.

"What do I do now....”

Karen sat on the floor and took off her shoes. My feet were so swollen that even wearing them was painful. Somehow my head got hot. No, I felt like I was getting a fever all over.