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That's really fucked up thinking.

What was that bastard Michael thinking? Didn't he say he wouldn't bother the people around me again? Didn't he say that Liz was the last one?

However, I quickly remembered that Michael was a cold-blooded killer. He was a criminal, a criminal.

So is Elena. So is Silas. So am I.

Ah, Silas. That's right.

Hearing Susan's story made me sick to my stomach and I didn't have time to bring it up.

Wait, should I told Silas about this?

That would create a frenzied split, and a more troublesome conflict. But can I stop Michael on my own?

And that thought is what brought my feet here.

No, they didn't. It wasn't purely walking.

There was a reason why Elena had to take the car when she picked me up at our first meeting. Yes... although partly (mostly) to appear mysterious, but it was also because of the distance between the school and the casino.

I took a taxi here, and still can't believe that I (technically) 'work' at this place.

It's early afternoon, but the at
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