The girl who would one day become the ghost in Adrian's files spent years learning how to cut without being seen. After classes, when her fellow medical students laughed over drinks, she lingered in the dissection lab. Her fingers, steady as steel, traced the seams of muscle and tendon until she could close her eyes and still see every hidden line.
At night, she tested theories in cruel, quiet ways. Stray animals. Cadavers no one would claim. Each incision more precise than the last. Each suture nearly invisible. But these were only rehearsals—practice for something greater.
She told herself: I will not risk the real attempt until I know every variable. Until there is no room for failure.
That's why when the teacher—the man who had once pressed her against his desk, whispering, no one will believe you—fell into her trap, she did not begin immediately. He was not the start of her obsession. He was its culmination.
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The Last Conception
Mystery / ThrillerNightfall reporting - there's a killer who is murdering all the mans in town, reason yet to be discover but believe to be mentally sick and need urgent treatments before the killer cleans out all the ugly man. I am not saying they are ugly but surel...
