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In an instant, the ground was awash in crimson, magnified infinitely in Chloe Simpson's pupils by the blinding light.
It stretched from beneath her feet all the way to the master bedroom door.
"Lucas!"
Chloe's heart tightened, and she dashed towards the master bedroom as if possessed.
The master bedroom door was open, and the light flooding in from the living room shone right onto the glaring bloodstains on the bedspread.
A shadow was curled up at the edge of the bed, trembling.
It was Lucas Hughes!
"Lucas, what's happened to you? Don't scare me!"
Chloe's hands were shaking so much she had to press the bedroom light switch several times before she managed to turn it on.
She saw Lucas Hughes crouched by the bed, clutching himself tightly, mumbling incessantly like he was mad.
"It wasn't me... It wasn't me..."
"Ah! It wasn't me!"
Before Chloe could even take a step forward, Lucas suddenly went berserk, screaming as he backed into the corner of the bed.