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> ⚠️ Warning: This story contains detailed depictions of death, psychological instability, and horror elements that may not be suitable for sensitive readers.
Chapter 1: The Man Who Shouldn't Exist
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> "Name?"
"..."
"Do you have a name?"
"...No."
The man sat quietly, a pair of cold eyes staring at him through the glass.
Outside the interrogation room, a female officer whispered to her superior,
"He walked straight into the station. Covered in blood. Said nothing. No ID. No resistance."
"Was he carrying a weapon?"
"Just... a piece of paper. No fingerprints. No prints at all."
"...Like he never existed?"
The superior officer turned toward the mirror.
Back in the room, the man stared at the table.
> "Do you remember what happened?"
Silence.
> "What's the last thing you remember?"
He closed his eyes. Images flooded in.
A woman's corpse.
Blood smeared on white tiles.
A smile—his smile—that wasn't his.
He opened his eyes.
"...I saw it."
> "Saw what?"
He looked at the officer, deadpan.
> "The scene. Before it happened."
There was a long pause.
The officer leaned forward.
"You what?"
He didn't answer. He stood up, calmly.
"Can I go now?"
> "You're a suspect in a murder."
"Then charge me."
His voice was calm. Too calm.
The room fell silent again.
He turned to the mirror. He could feel something... watching. Something inside him chuckling.
One voice.
Two shadows.
Three souls.
He walked toward the door.
And no one stopped him.
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