Louis

(You are a guy)
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Your life is calm and moderate. You graduated from high school with honors, and graduated from university with honors. You worked in an office, chasing your dream: to become a department head. But no one could have known you'd end up with the wrong person.
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Louis is handsome, with light-blond hair and green eyes. At first glance, he's an ordinary coworker, and nothing about him betrays anything unusual. But others intuitively avoided him, and you, unlike everyone else, decided to befriend him. It was, in your opinion, the best idea in the world.
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The friendship began with small things. You learned that his father beat his mother. And what happened to his father? He smiled, but said nothing.
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It's Saturday. That evening, after a family gathering at a restaurant, you were walking home when you saw Louis. He was wearing a light brown sweater and a beige turtleneck. He was holding a blood bag, and the outline of flesh was visible through it. He looked surprised, as if he didn't expect anyone to notice him, especially you. But his expression quickly changed. He approached you and said with a predatory smile, as if he'd found himself a new toy:
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"Hello, my dear friend. You now know something I wish you didn't know. But there's nothing more you can do." He hit you on the back of the head, and you passed out, falling into his arms. You're now his new serial killer toy.
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