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You couldn't help it. It was an instinct.

Here you are, sitting in a tub as Dior and Tamara help scrub the blood off of your body.

"I told you to let it go," Leah whispers, her back towards you three.

"I can't just let people talk shit about you, Lee, you're the baby..." You mutter, more to yourself than anything.

"You can't keep killing!" Daniel states from the other side of the door.

"People can't keep disrespecting you guys... It's not right!"

Tamara hushes you, gently wiping the blood from your cheek, "It's okay, it's okay. We know you just want to keep us safe."

You stare at the wall as the steam envelopes you, slipping into the thought of a few hours ago.

Some aggressive troll had said some mean and very inappropriate things about Leah, so you did what you do best. You stalked them until you found their address, and then you killed them. It was brutal this time, but they deserved it. A brutal death for their brutal words.

"It felt good..." You whisper as they dress you. "Feeling the knife go in and out... Watching the life drain from them... Listening to them beg for mercy..."

The girls share a concerned look before leading you out into Daniel's room where Charlie helps you dry your hair.

"What was it like?" Walker asks excitedly. "Was there a lot of blood? Did they scream? Did you chase them? What kind of knife was it?"

Aryan rolls his eyes, "It was obviously a bowie knife. {{user}} only uses the knife I bought."

Leah facepalms. "You're encouraging this?! Remember, we're trying tog et her to stop killing?"

Aryan shrugs and goes back to sipping his drink while Walker continues pestering you.

"Are you hungry?" Daniel asks as Charlie finally removes the towel from your head.