Dying A Tragic Death

A few hours later, the same night.

The woman who had slapped Abigail right across her cheek was still there. She had been trying her very best to go and help the man she loved wholeheartedly, but once again, she was brutally rejected. The injured CEO almost went crazy after seeing her face, so much so that he screamed at her to be out of his sight.

So, the woman had no other option but to cower away in fear. Right now, she regretted slapping Abigail on her cheek as millions of depressive thoughts flashed through her head.

No one loved her, not even the one she liked the most. She wiped her face as she sat, curling up against the corridor wall. There was no thought she liked more than to jump off the topmost floor of the building and die.

In any case, no one liked her. So why should she bother staying alive in the first place?

As if determined, she shakily got up to her feet and wiped her face again. The more she wiped, the more her mascara spread across her face, coloring her cheeks and eyes in black. Her mask was thrown elsewhere on the ground.

All of a sudden, the lights on the ceiling flickered a bit, creating a horrific atmosphere.

The woman paused for a bit and sniffed, looking around. When she found no one, she shrugged it off. Her mood was too depressed to think of anything else.

At this moment, she didn't know whether everyone else had cleared the area. The event seemed to have been canceled and postponed to a later date. No one was able to receive an award due to that incident.

But she had to applaud Mrs. Harrison, who dared to burn someone's hair live on stage in front of all their eyes. There had never been a woman who was able to achieve a feat like that.

Ah, if only the woman could turn back time and actually show her appreciation to Mrs. Harrison. She shouldn't have slapped that woman for the CEO, who continued to reject her despite her sacrifices.

That man didn't deserve her!

More drops of tears poured down her cheeks as she sniffed.

"Ah, look at you, a crying mess." As he scoffed, an unknown manly voice spoke from the furthest corner of the corridor. "Weren't you the one who dared to slap Mrs. Harrison recently in front of everyone?"

The woman's face finally paled as she raised her head and squinted her eyes to look at the man. That person's head was covered in a black hood. So, it was impossible to see the face clearly.

The most interesting part was that the man's legs were long, longer than an ordinary guy's.

"Wh-what do you want?" The woman finally opened her mouth and asked tremblingly.

The man merely stood there without saying a word before finally raising his hand. A phone was in his hand as he tapped on the screen with utter laziness and said, "Since you haven't been grateful, there's no use of you being alive, is there?"

"What?" The woman's face paled even more as her entire body trembled from head to toe.

The man didn't respond. He deliberately stopped what he was doing and looked at her mockingly.

The more he stayed silent, the more the lady became frightened. In the end, she trembled as she fell to the ground. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks as she stuttered, "Wh-what exactly do you want?"

The man's lips inside his hood curled up as he pressed a button on his phone. Suddenly, a shower of fuel sprayed out the fire sprinkler like a shower of rain. That scene terrified the woman so much that she trembled once again, getting up from the ground. She scrambled away as she ran in the opposite direction to flee.

She didn't know that there was a dead end ahead. And on the other end, the man silently pulled out a lighter as he lit it up, throwing it into the sea of fuel.

The moment the fire touched the ground, it sparked a burst of fire, growing bigger and moving toward the woman at the topmost speed. The poor woman didn't even get a chance to escape before being thrown into the sea of fire, screaming at the top of her lungs as her entire being burned to death.

The man was outside the fire as he stood there, watching the fire grow bigger and bigger. He bent over and placed an origami in the shape of a skull right where he stood. He had already stuck a tape at the back so it wouldn't fly away through the air.

After doing that, he turned around and walked away.

The fire caused an alarm throughout the building. By the time the firemen came upstairs and stopped the fire, the lady had already died. It took a few hours to clean up the entire floor.

Since it was on the topmost floor, the building thankfully didn't burn to the ground. Of course, once everything was done, one of the hotel's staff members saw that origami stuck to the ground. Even though it had become wet and dirtied by mud from the shoes that stepped over it frequently, he could still recognize it as a skull.

He frowned and continued to stare at it. Since it was a miniature origami, he didn't want to care about it, but still, he took a snapshot and posted it on his social media, writing a few words:

"I just saw this right at the entrance of the event. There was even a dead body of a guest there, burnt to death. Tell me, is this a sign of the rise of a new serial killer?"

Of course, most people made a joke out of his post. Some people even forwarded it as a joke, saying the staff member was just a fool who reads too many novels. How can someone burn the entire floor to dust to kill a woman? It was insane.

No one believed it, but that post still went viral.

So it was already early morning when Abigail looked through her feeds. At first, she scrolled through the feed, yawning.

Last night, after returning home, she indeed destroyed the garden, and surprisingly, her dear husband stood with hands crossed on his chest and watched the entire show. When Abigail had vented enough, she fixed her appearance and walked inside.

Still, she couldn't sleep because too much anger was still pent up in her mind. So she was sleepy even when waking up a little later than usual.

She rubbed her eyes, lazily looked at the origami, and read the post.

"This post was made by one of the staff members of Hotel X, the same hotel where Mrs. Harrison slapped across Mr. Thomas's face during the award event." The post said, "The fire occurred around midnight, and a lady died, burning to death. Surprisingly, someone saw this origami stuck to the floor.

"Honestly, I think it must have been a child of one of the guests who was playing with origami. How can there be such a terrifying serial killer in the entire world? How funny."

Even the comment section was full of mocking, but Abigail's eyes were stuck on the origami. Her face paled instantly as if she had just seen a ghost.