I raised my head and saw a woman walking in front of me. She was wearing a long skirt and shirt. She was walking very slowly. I kept walking behind her. Suddenly, I st

only looking at him. He asks me angrily. How l

me. The man grabs my right hand, and I turn my face towards him. He is wearing sunglasses. I thought it was odd, but then I saw my reflection

ink you do not know that" the man said. I looked at him with a smile. I rose to my feet, grabbed my bag, and walked off the bus. I stand under the

strange dream that I was drinking some guy's blood. I got so angry when he grabbed my hand.

ilt white-skinned teenage boy with knowing brown eyes, a large nose, narrow lips, a

ingly calm. He either comes from a poor family or is a homeless

in exchange?" I asked. I raise my eyebrows and start staring at him. He looks down at the ground, then looks up at me. I just want you to feed me. "Okay. First,

nking about the dream I had. It was not a dream. It was a nightmare. "So, Darius shakes me, holding my right hand. I am talking to you. We

the restaurant. I also follow Darius inside and sit at a table in the corner. Dari

large ears, a rounded jaw, and puffy cheeks She has wavy, medium-brown h

. Her biggest fear is getting bitten by a tiger. She is striving to rede

She gave Darius grumpy looks and spoke. Darius: " I want to talk to you. Darius gets to his feet and follows her to the counter. I was staring

nt, I bumped into a girl at the door of the restaurant. Short a

g, fine, medium-blonde hair. She has long arms, a heavy torso with no chest mu

I did not see you. I said nothing. I was just staring at her. She started speak

.. She looked down at the floor. Well, if you see her around town, just let m

ring at her from the doorway. Darius coughs

o?" Dari

yes with an

we arrived at the apartment. Darius left me at the apartment and went to the restaurant. I close

s woken up by Darius. When I opened my eyes, it was already night.

n of the local police station?" I asked while walking out of the apartment. Darius looks at me in a

e station is near, we walk. I spoke. Darius runs up to me. "We don't need to call a taxi. I have a m

cars. While I was standing there assessing the situation, one police officer came to me in a black suit. Ashwin Kay Scott is a detective who finds it hard to

and well-groomed eyebrows. He has elbow-length, lank

am going to the crime scene, and I want you to come with me. Dari

ne, I saw a man lying on the ground. He has two punctured wounds on his neck. His eyes were wide open. As Ashwin turned

t is possible that, at the same time,