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He made sure his hands were fully covered , and leather gloves were the most viable option he had . Between leaving no fingerprints and looking cool , black leather gloves were the closest thing he had to serial killer attire .
The rest of his clothes put him somewhere between a kid who isn't fashionable to an outgoing youth , who would quite certainly bore you by blabbering on and on about which actresses he has a crush on .
The knife with it's handle sticking out of his back pocket was something that easily gave that facade away .
He was , after all , going to kill someone . Even he felt it was stupid to wear normal clothes like this colorful red and white jacket out when he is going to kill a person , but then he thinks about the very valid point that he thought up in that internal debate when he was picking his clothes as if he was going to a fashion show .
' Wear black . It'll be night . You'll be hard to see . '
' You'll get caught . Black is suspicious . '
' Everything should be black if I am wearing these gloves . '
' Wear bright clothes . It'll be more excusable . '
This was what he thought when he picked track pants , a red jacket and a black pair of gloves as the clothes he was going to be wearing . The red cloth to cover his face was an idea he got after considering how to hide his face .
What was in his bag ? It was some things any explorer should have . A torch , some food , cameras , all the Gizmo an explorer would have .
What was he exploring ? The haunted house , of course .
This is what he was told to say if or when he gets caught . The knife was just self defense and he was a kid who lost in a bet and had to stay in this haunted house for a day .
The city was new , yes , but it was older than his own age . Rumors about abandoned buildings were all over the place . This building , was precisely an abandoned building . It was recently refurbished and what not to turn it into the new residence of the minister of economy .
He had an excuse for his possessions and an excuse for his being there . Though there would not be much security or any surveillance as today was the very day the man moved in , if his lone bodyguard were to catch him before he does the deed , he would have something to fall back to .
Nodding once as he thought things through once more , he casually walked in through the back door of the mansion , which was open for some reason .
No lights were on , as it was the night time after all . He had peeked in through the front gate of the premises , and he was quite sure the bodyguard was standing at the front gate . It was quite hard to miss a man nearly 6'5'' standing in front of the door of the building behind the iron gate .
He looked around and as he thought , the mansion was quite grand . It was huge and was big enough for 5 of him to live in without any problems concerning personal space to come up .
Just from where he stood , the empty living room and the dining room beyond that with the kitchen extended between both of them looked quite huge , but who was he to judge .
He shrugged as he muttered " Rich people " and walked up the stairs . He tried his best to make as little sound as he could and stepped lightly at every step .
After finally reaching the first floor , he took out the knife from his back pocket and although it was a little uncomfortable to hold with gloves on his hand he still held it firmly as he started walking towards the door of his room .
The door was shut , but not locked . He could see a slight gap through which he could see the man sleeping under a blanket .
He gently pushed the door and entered the room and paused and waited for any reaction from the other party before he continued walking and stood next to his bed .
The man was snoring . loudly .
He couldn't believe how this man could still sleep after all the lives he had ruined .
He had been working the slave trade in this city . If a young girl ever vanished from this city , it was probably his doing . From what he had heard , this man ran several brothels in Thailand and all these vanished girls were sent there .
He closed his eyes as he held the knife in his hand above this man's head with his other hand on the blade of it .
He sighed and grit his teeth as he opened his eyes and forced with both his hands and felt the blade of the knife cut through his neck , only to be stopped by his spine .
Ren felt disgusted by what he was seeing . He had learnt of this in the little biology he did study , but nearly beheading a man showed way more blood than he was comfortable with .
He felt like puking .
But he endured the urge as he tried to still stay calm .
' Calm my fucking foot . '
' I've killed a man . '
' No I need to do this . '
' I want to live aft ... '
He suddenly felt faint headed as he felt a gust of wind pass by him . He steadied himself the very next moment but he still felt creeped out .
' I need to finish the rest of it and leave . ' He thought as he tried to further endure his urge to empty his stomach and dipped his hand in the blood of the man to write what he had been told to write on the wall of the room .
