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And I was disappointed.

Donna's room was no different. Karen looked at a small bed, a small window, and a small closet and a desk, just like a user's room. It was just that kind of place. A room like that in the Haier mansion. It's a very common room. The average female user lives together, but Donna is a little different. This is how the guests spent their time alone. It was a bit of a lonesome landscape.

"But it's better than Lord Raymond."

Karen looked around Donna's makeshift room. It was different from Raymond's room, where he was always ready to leave. There were cosmetics, clothes, and flowers. Karen approached the window.

"It's hydrangea."

Karen tilted her head when she saw that the flower was hydrangea. There are too many in your room anyway, so they'll give you a lot if you ask. Donna put a piece in a glass bottle. Did he buy it with his own money? Karen thought she had spent her money on useless things, but that would be her heart. The flowers were still fresh.

"Is the flower fresh proof that it hasn't been long since it left?"

But isn't it obvious?

Donna was there until a few days ago. The bottom of the water bottle, which was shabby to be called a vase, was filled with water. Karen couldn't guess much from that.

"What about the desk?"

It was a small table. There was a clunky cup. The inside was empty. She didn't have to have two cups.

"There's no such thing as a diary....”

I wondered if there was anything like a diary, but few people wrote a diary unless they were children. You can look inside people because you have a diary, but few adults write a diary among busy adults. Karen alone did not write a diary. He didn't write even if he wasn't too busy.

"…not because I'm lazy, but because it's erased anyway."

So did your mother. I won't complain about such things from now on, Mother.

Karen apologized inwardly to her mother, nervously handing over her covering hair.

"It's a little cheap….”

And there were cosmetics on the shelf. Come to think of it, Nancy used to always dye her lips red, saying that red lips are essential to make black skin stand out, but I'll buy one for her later in the capital.

"Of course in the next life."

Karen laughed thinking of Nancy, who was strangled with her hands. The last face looked a little messy.

Karen looked at her face in a small mirror. Karen frowned when she saw herself out of the reach of the maid. Since Donna's not here, I'll have to ask her to lend me another girl.

Karen took a turn and headed for bed.

"The conclusion is… I don't know."

Karen flopped down on Donna's bed. The small bed was hard. Karen lay on a cheap bed that was sure to cause back pain and looked at the ceiling.

He knows himself.

He is playing here now.

Is it fun?

I think it's fun.

People are gone.

That's never been said before.

Anything else is good. It's fun to change.

Does it?

"Ouch."

Karen shifted her posture and rubbed her back where the pain came from. No matter how cheap it is, it's a little too much. No, it was a touch of something on the floor.

An old story comes to mind. The princess could not stand the discomfort of a pea, despite the twelve layers of thick yoyo and twelve layers of duck's quilt. But it wasn't peas. And Donna's bed wasn't that thick. It's a maid's bed.

Much bigger than peas… It's like a box. It's the size of an object that will make you frown even if you put it in bed by mistake It was just the size of a person who lay down, even though it was too much for the eyes.

Karen got out of bed. There was something on the floor. Then I'll take it out.

Karen picked up the cloth. It was a little heavy, but not enough to lift it alone. The bed frame is twisted and dust is blown away, but it doesn't matter. There's something important down there.

"…oh, my God."

And there was a treasure box inside. Karen took it out with her eyes glistening.

"It's a treasure box.

It was literally a box that looked like a treasure box. Karen pulled out the box wrapped in purple silk. It was out of place in the maid's room. When the cloth was untied relentlessly, a light brown wooden box came out of it.

What will come out when I open this? Karen relaxed her pounding heart and smiled. Do you have Donna's money in there, or a secret diary? No, it's not. If that's the case, she'd take it with her when she disappeared. Karen expected that it might be related to her.

If Nancy had dabbled in her memory, would Donna be connected to her that way?

"or the bomb bam....”

But when Karen put her ear to it, there was no such thing as the sound of seconds running. In fact, even if a bomb is installed, Karen doesn't know if a real bomb makes that sound. I only saw piles of candles with exaggeratedly large watches in the play.

But what if I die? The only thing that stopped Karen now was her little conscience of digging into other people's private lives, and even that was blown away with murder in this life. So Karen opened the box with joy.

“…….”

Karen was slightly dazzled when she opened the box. Inside, there were notes and ornaments to celebrate the wedding. Maybe it was an expected item, maybe an unexpected one.

On top of the postcard was the words to Karen. Who could it be?

And behind the postcard.

Congratulations on your marriage.

Karen looked at the letters. But Karen couldn't tell who it was from her handwriting.

Putting the note on the floor, Karen looked down at the other things.

“…….”

The note, accessories, flowers. That was all right. The other was the problem. At first, I thought it was also an ornament. Because it was well combined.

It was a human hand.

Man's hands were adorned with flowers and gold and silver treasures. The cross section was neatly cut and decorated with pink ribbons. At first glance, it was like a gift for a girl who liked cute things.

However, given that dried blood clung to the tip of the nail, there was no meticulous treatment until the end.

"…Donna?"

Karen asked a question to her hand.

Of course, there was no answer.

Is this Donna's hand?

Or who?

Why?

Why is he in here? He's in here?

Who put it in there?

Karen was not screaming or alarmed. In fact, I thought something ominous might come out from the time the box came out from underneath the bed. Surprisingly, I became more curious than scared.

"Who is it?"

Someone sent a hand to him. You don't have to think differently because your name is written on it. But there was no name for the sender. Karen wondered who the sender was. Who is it? Some people would guess who it was by looking at the handwriting, but Karen didn't have that knowledge. It was a sophisticated handwriting.

"Mr. Berdick Evans... I don't think so."

He was the one who persecuted Karen most often at this point, but it was hard to imagine that he would chop her up and send her away. Instead of slaughtering another woman to scare Karen, he would bring an axe and hit Karen's neck.

"He's hotter than Mr. Berdick looks."

Berdyk doesn't know Karen very well, but Karen knows him well, so Karen erased him. Berdick had killed Karen so many times that he believed he couldn't do this. He had dysentery in a strange place.

Karen thought of another man.

"Prince Gwiz, again?"

He is the most realistic plausible person. Because he recently ordered Karen out. But does the royal family really need to do this? But Karen doesn't know him. He was one of his mother's men, an old, withered man, and a strong-minded man. That was all Karen knew. Does he have this kind of hobby?

But why now?

Karen was so strange. Why has this obsession with her mother and this obsession with herself never been revealed in all those years? He's only ever looked at Karen's face and said she looked like Catherine. He didn't even attend the wedding.

It was for that reason that it was difficult to confirm Prince Gwiz.

And

"Dulan."

Karen recalls her fiance, Duran. It's a low probability, but is it him?

Karen was the last to ask Donna.

"Give the letter to Duran."

The letter contained his own concerns about postponing his choice to Dulan. It was highly likely that the last person Donna met was Duran.

"This life is so hard....”

But if Karen knew he would do this.

Karen knows him who stammers, is always anxious, and likes to criticize others. He acts timid in front of Karen as if he is the underdog, but he is constantly looking down on her if he thinks she is below him.

Other than that, there were many personality shortcomings. Karen has seen him for 100 years, not just for a year. Men like Duran stabbed Karen several times on the last day. Most of the monks were there. But Duran never killed Karen.

"Um…."

I didn't believe in Duran's morality, I believed in Duran's slaughtering skills. Duran took the breath of countless animals at every carnival. Most of them were small animals, but sometimes they were huge animals like cows. Duran looked tired of not wanting to do it, but struck the top of the cow with less force, and cut the blood out of his neck. The bird-like animal twisted its neck at once.

Karen touched her cold hands. Blood was on his nails, and the cutting surface was rough. It looked like I cut it while I was alive. Karen remembers when she used to chop up Thomas. The body was cut clean because it was cut off. Karen was a little short of strength, so she had to cut it well, but the cut side wasn't like this. This (probably) woman's wrist cut was quite rough. He was cut off when he was alive. Karen thought of the owner of the hand who should have seen her wrists cut open.

"It must really be Donna.”

The hands had a little callus, and were not too small, but they were not mature. the hand of a woman of Karen age And not a nobleman. This is a story that doesn't need reasoning. Unless Donna was a crazy killer, this hand is Donna's.

And Karen thought it was Donna's hand, too. Because I sent it to Karen. And not many women were involved in Karen. I did not think that anyone who would give me a gift would hold me and cut me.

"It's Donna, probably Donna. Did you last meet Duran?”

Of course, my hands didn't talk. Karen held hands like a handshake. I had a strange feeling. The feeling of dead meat.

“…….”

When I killed Nancy, it was a fresh corpse, so I didn't think of anything. And I was so excited that I couldn't remember well. When he dismembered Thomas' body, he was so absorbed that he might be insane, and when his father died, he was distracted by the fire.

Karen closed her eyes as she held the woman's hand. Will there be some kind of compassion? But Karen didn't shed any tears. Is he dead or alive?

I was curious but not sad.

More than that, the question was, 'So what would Dulan say?'