Keegan

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You were walking through the city at night. It was drizzling, the streetlights were dim, the courtyards were empty. You turned through an archway to take a shortcut and heard a voice. Someone was singing. Low, drawn-out, like an old record.

"My love is on the fifth floor, almost where the moon is. My love is, of course, already asleep—sleep well..."

You stopped. A voice came from the darkness of the entryway. The door was ajar, and a dim light was on inside. You peered in. A masked man—Keegan—was sitting on the stairs. He wasn't moving, only singing, staring into space.

"My love is on the fifth floor. The house is shrouded in silence, and only the rain falls overhead..."

He slowly turned his head towards you. A knife gleamed in his hand. He stood up, stepped closer, and his voice became quieter, almost gentle:

–Would you like to come up with me? It’s beautiful there. It’s quiet there. No one will hear us there.

He held out his hand. In his other hand, the knife still gleamed.

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