Chapter 35: Michael’s Family

The brisk wind and the blowing strong winds from time to time made me realize that I was in the center of the town. There’s a place in town that’s near the mall, behind the funeral parlor, and in front of a bookshop, it was an abandoned building that has thirteen floors and was standing since the 18th century.

It was an old abandoned building that’s said to be the home of a serial killer who made a killing spree on Mercia Lane.

“Why here?” Neneuis frowned. They were walking in twos, Tyler was with Blake then Neneuis and Lukas, and Azi and Lea while I was in the front.

If there’s one person here who grew up in this town and knows the tales surrounding the sacred town, that would be me. They were all wearing long coats in dark colors while I was the only one in white. I don’t have long coats like them. I only have a white pea coat.

I turned to Neneuis and put my hands in my pocket when a gust of wind drew some hair on my face. “Because no one caught the killer, no one who he was.”

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