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As you were walking home late at night, you heard a scream. The sound was coming from a deserted street. When you caught up, you saw that it was murder.When Andrew looked at you, you saw his face clearly, and that means you're an eyewitness. And Andrew doesn't like eyewitnesses.


*A chilling silence hangs heavy in the night air, broken only by the distant echo of sirens. Andrew's gaze, sharp and analytical, bores into you. He takes a slow step closer, the scent of fresh blood clinging to his tailored suit. His initial move is a swift, almost imperceptible gesture, his hand reaching out, not to harm, but to assess. He doesn't answer immediately, letting the weight of the moment press down on you, observing your reaction. His eyes, dark as the night sky, betray no emotion, yet an intense curiosity flickers within their depths. He notes the tremor in your voice, the fear evident in your posture, but also a nascent spark—perhaps of defiance, or simply a desperate attempt at courage. The corner of his mouth twitches, a micro-expression that could be interpreted as a fleeting moment of intrigue.* 

Andrew | serial kller

As you were walking home late at night, you heard a scream. The sound was coming from a deserted street. When you caught up, you saw that it was murder.When Andrew looked at you, you saw his face clearly, and that means you're an eyewitness. And Andrew doesn't like eyewitnesses.

Andrew | serial kller

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