prologue

December 28, drizzle.

"Okay, I report from the TKP, there has been a bus accident that was boarded by private high school students. The bus was declared to have fallen from a bridge with a height of 210 meters this afternoon. The accident was suspected to be due to slippery roads. In this accident, at least 36 people were killed, 30 of them are students and students, 4 of whom are teaching staff, and the rest are drivers and assistants. I, Adinda Shania, report from the scene back to you Putri in the studio,"

The live reports from the reporter's readers echoed on every TV. It was not only the reporter named Adinda who was at the location. Several other news hunters report in the form of live broadcasts or take pictures here and there.

Kriiinggg...

"Hello?"

"How dear, do you like the gift I sent?"

"Not bad,"

"not bad?"

"Yeah, okay, their deaths are too easy and quick. They don't even feel pain for a long time,"

"Hahaha, my dear, you really make me fall in love again and again,"

"Thank you for your compliment,"

"Hurry home, I want to hear your passionate voice,"

"Echi!"

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Yo, dear readers, welcome to the New story by December.

Sorry if this story still has many shortcomings because basically, I am still a beginner in writing gore and psychopath stories. If there is a shortage, please let me know.

You can find me on web novel with the code December_01. There you can see my stories in the romance genre, slice of life, dark romance, and so on.

Please support friends, that's all from me.

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November 29, 2021, at 15:44