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-ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ᴘᴏᴠ-
The night was dark as the girl run down the alleyway, her birthday celebration turning into a desperate fight for survival. She had been enjoying her special day earlier, August 30th, her birthday, with friends, and cake but now her heart pounded with fear, replacing the joy she once felt.
The alley was completely empty with no sign of human in sight, the only sound her heavy breathing and the echo of her footsteps. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing the dark shadow of the figure following her.
"Run, rabbit, run! But I warn you, it won't be pretty when I catch you. the figure sneered, sending chills down her spine But A small hope raise in her as she spotted a small cafe ahead, its windows glowing warmly against the darkness.
As With a last glance behind she slipped inside, desperately pushing the door open. The bell above the entrance jingled softly, breaking the silence inside the cafe.
The cafe was completely quiet, the tables and chairs untouched, the only sound being her uneven breaths and the growing closer footstep of mysterious figure behind her.
With the hope to survive she ducked under the counter, hiding behind it, as she tries to catch her breath.
When The door to cafe creaked open again. The girl's heart sank as the dark figure from the alleyway stepped inside. The dim light casting a shadow on the figure, hiding their feature already, as she saw them walking with a slow, almost predatory gaze, searching for their prey.
She tried to hold her breath by covering her mouth, tears falling down her eyes as she prayed to every god she knew to save he, when he heard the figure spoke again, their voice dripping with menace.
"You know, rabbit, there's no use hiding. You're right in my trap. So come out and let's finish this game," the dark figure uttered, peeking under the tables with a disappointed tsk.
The girl gulped, feeling a knot form in her throat as she spotted the open door leading outside. She looked at the figure one last time before quietly crawling toward her escape. But as her hand pressed against the broken wooden floor of the cafe, it creaked.
"There you are,"
the figure sneered turning their face to her, making the girl's eyes widen in terror. She immediately get up from floor, rushing toward the exit, but before she could step outside, the figure grabbed her wrist, yanking her back and slamming her head against the cafe counter.
"You see, bunny girl, I don't have a personal grudge against you," the figure in black let out pressing a cold knife against her cheek as she trembled in fear.
"But your birthdate... you should never have been born today." The figure continued, voice chillingly calm.
"Especially not in that year. But now, you have to die, girl." They smiled wickedly turning her around as the girl's tear-filled eyes met theirs.
"Happy Birthday bunny"
In a brutal motion, the figure plunged the knife into her throat. Her scream was cut short, her eyes widening in shock as the life drained from her body. She fell down to the ground with a lifeless thud.
But the attacker wasn't done. They leaned over the half-alive girl, staring into her wide, pain-filled eyes. Her lips moved as if to scream, but no sound came, her voice lost with the blood pouring from her throat like a fountain. The figure twisted the knife and pulled it out slowly, enjoying her pain as they watches the last traces of life fadinh from the girl's eyes.
And to end this the figure cut open the fabric of her top around her belly, carving something into her skin with the tip of the blade as Blood oozed from the fresh wound as the figure finished their work,
Before stepping back to admire the sight and the message they engraved on her for the cop.
Their gaze stayed on the motionless body for a while, their dark eyes scanning the scene, before disappearing into the night as quickly as they had appeared.
The girl's birthday had ended in a brutal, unexpected tragedy
And the cafe once a place of comfort, was now a crime scene.
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