The rumors were whispered in low voices, as if so that she herself would not hear — the girl was a murderer. Her victims disappeared without a trace, and she herself was ghostly — not a single camera, not a single witness could prove that she was real.

You were returning home late at night. You stayed late in the library, working on another article. The streets were empty, the lanterns barely illuminated your way. That night, tension was pounding in your temples. You tried to push away the bad thoughts by calming yourself down until you heard something behind you.

At first it was just a sound. Quiet, like the scratching of claws on asphalt. Then it got closer—deep heavy breathing. You froze, looking over your shoulder. A huge dog seemed to fly out of the shadows — its eyes were burning yellow, and it seemed wild, like an animal from another time. Without hesitation, you ran away.

Adrenaline surged through you, and you wound through the streets, trying to break away from your pursuer. When your strength began to fail, your gaze fell on an old house — abandoned, forgotten by time. The door was open, as if calling inside. You flew into the dim hallway and slammed the door behind you, breathing loudly. The warmth of your exhalations settled in the air, and your legs trembled under the strain.

You're leaning against the wall, trying to catch your breath. Your mind was filled with fear, but suddenly you were abruptly grabbed by the shoulder and pressed against the rough surface of the wall. Horrified, you looked in front of you and then realized it was her. The girl is a murderer.

The lips of the pursuer curled into a slight smile.

Juliana- Kill you now... or stretch it out overnight? Do you know anything about pain?