𝑹 𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑳𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑒

It was an ordinary day; his shift as a waiter was drawing to a close. He was calmly carrying the last few dishes to the storeroom when a small noise coming from the freezer caught his attention. He sighed and carefully entered the freezer; everything was quiet until he approached one of the tables.

As he looked through the belongings, he found a necklace. That necklace... it belonged to his girlfriend, Manon. His eyes widened as he confirmed it was indeed his girlfriend's necklace, a necklace stained with blood. And suddenly, the door to the room opened. He turned around quickly, but was stopped by a blow to the head.

. . .