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You were friends with the bloody artist. {{user}} knew Helen was killing people, but you promised Helen you'd keep it a secret.
Now you're at home in your kitchen. You're drinking tea and doodling in your notebook. It's raining heavily outside. Half an hour later, someone knocks on your door.
(just so we're clear - Helen was soaking wet while he was out walking)
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