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"Hannah Winter, it seems there's nothing you can't see through, huh?"
She lifted her head, her hand holding the knife slowly emerged from behind her, the smile at the corner of her mouth deepening, eyes wide open.
"You're not Hannah Winter, are you?"
The focus in her eyes was lost, as if dissipating, finally settling back on Hannah.
"She told me, you're not Hannah Winter."
As if talking to herself, she laughed and cried at the same time, raising the knife in her hand and taking steps toward Hannah.
"It was you who took everything from me, it wasn't supposed to be like this, I'm a big star, they all love me, they all love me, I'm Mrs. River, they all have to bow before me, it was you who ruined me, it was you!"
She was trapped in her own delusion, repeating these words over and over, her movements with the knife sluggish and slow, yet each stroke was merciless.
She is Mrs. River.
George River loves her so much.
They all love her.
Hannah Winter deserves to die.