ONE HUNDRED THIRTY (2)

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTY (2):

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Although Sheryl had that look of innocence, it was icy cold and there was a hint of indifference as if she was not bother by the slowly dying man on her feet.

“Oh, it’s just you, Dino…” a smile- she let out a smile.

It was eerie and sinister, he shivered, but not from fear.

All his life, he lived a boring and repetitive lifestyle. So, when he was suddenly transferred here, he did not care. All he did was live quietly while learning and serving them.

But the sight of her made the long dead excitement in his heart stir. It made his blood rush on his veins wildly and they palpitated. The blood, its horrible smell, the fact that a girl, younger than him at that, just killed a human- Dino was not bothered at all. Rather, it stirred something very, very different inside him as he watches her stand in front of the corpse while holding the murder weapon in her hand-

Admiration.

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