She received a letter, but it wasn’t from Nora. It was an anonymous letter.
The content of the letter was very simple, just a photo plus a sentence.
The location was a coffee shop, and the person in the photo was Nora. She was sitting at a table, wearing an elegant and beautiful white dress, with a black hat on her head.
The hat covered half of her face, with one hand pressing down the brim and the other pressing on the parchment paper package on the table.
The corner of the packaging bag was torn open, revealing a thick stack of bills inside.
The middle-aged man sitting opposite her looked fierce and menacing, with a bald head and sharp eyes.
Ordinary facial features are the kind that you would never notice in a crowd.
However, it is this ordinary and plain face that makes Nora unforgettable forever.
It’s him!
The man with the scar in this photo was the one who raped her in the prison toilet.
His name was Remington and he was a habitual criminal.
It was said that he was previously imprisoned for murder and sentenced to life imprisonment, but his sentence was later reduced to a fixed term. He served a full 13 years in prison.
When she just entered, she heard that Remington had only left not long ago.
He went in for the second time, and the time interval was less than half a month.
The charge this time is absurd – robbery!
He robbed someone of 300 dollars in total, even though he still had more money on him.
Someone said he did it on purpose, but they didn’t know what his intention was.
After seeing that photo, Danielle understood everything.
It was Nora, the bitch!
She bribed Remington to assault herself in prison.
No wonder Remington looked at her with aggressive eyes the first time he saw her, almost playing her to death!
The letter contained only one sentence: “As you can see, the mastermind behind the scenes is Nora.”
To her dismay, Danielle had believed all along that Cheyenne was the one responsible for her suffering. The first thing she wanted to do after being released from prison was to kill Cheyenne.
However, just as she was about to take action, someone informed her that the true culprit was not Cheyenne, but Nora herself-the person who had always been by her side, whom she considered her best friend.
How could someone who dared to deceive her still have the audacity to live? While Danielle endured unimaginable torment, Nora was enjoying a life of privilege on the outside. How could she accept such injustice?
“Nora, what are you pretending for now? Do you think I’ll still believe you?” Danielle exclaimed. “I wish I could kill you right now!”
As she spoke, Danielle pulled out a silver knife from her handbag. She pressed the sharp blade against her cheek, leaving behind a long, bloody scar. The scar formed a crisscross pattern, resembling a terrifying grid.
Outside, a bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, momentarily revealing Nora’s face, which appeared grotesque like a ghostly figure.
Danielle’s agonizing scream echoed through the night. Fortunately, there was no one around for miles, and no one heard her.
…
Deep green trees rustled in the cold wind, and the sound of leaves crunching underfoot echoed through the forest.
A large middle-aged man emerged from a low bush. He wore a dirty, tattered suit and walked with a shuffling gait that made him seem like an elderly person.
His face didn’t look normal; half was purple and half was blue as if he had been poisoned. His pupils were empty and his eyes were red with thin misty blood inside them. He wandered aimlessly ahead like a walking corpse.
Then more men with red eyes appeared from the forest. Three… four… many more until they all converged on one destination – an exit leading to nearby village consisting of only about seventy or eighty households totaling less than two hundred people in all.
At midnight, while still asleep villagers were bitten on their necks by these men who had lost their minds. They screamed out in agony before dying instantly without waking up properly first.
“Honey, what’s wrong?”
“Who is it?”
His wife sleeping next to him felt something warm on her face before realizing it was sticky blood splatter that woke her up suddenly. She opened her eyes to see two glowing red orbs staring at her as if they were giant lanterns shining bright crimson light onto everything around them.
“A ghost!”
The woman screamed once before having her neck snapped by someone else nearby.
Splat…
Fresh blood sprayed onto transparent glass windows, then slowly dripped down after its brief moment of beauty akin to fireworks exploding in mid-air.
The next day, an attractive TV host delivered some shocking news with grave expression written all over her face.
“Breaking news! In the early hours of today, a horrific massacre occurred in Hurtlepool, not far from Onistead. It is reported that all 203 residents of Hurtlepool have been killed.”
“From elderly people aged 80 to toddlers as young as three years old, not a single person survived.”
The images displayed on the screen were blurred and gruesome, enough to make one’s heart skip a beat.
Viewers below began expressing their opinions with sorrowful tones.
User 1: “Oh my god! I grew up in Hurtlepool and even had dinner there before. The peach blossoms were blooming beautifully at that time and I even took some photos.”
User 2: “Who could be so cruel? These are the innocent.”
User 3: “Exactly! We must catch the culprit and bring them to justice. The death penalty wouldn’t even be enough punishment for them.”
User 4: “Looking at these wounds, it seems like they were bitten by someone or something… almost like an animal attack?”
But this was Onistead – a modern city filled with towering skyscrapers everywhere you looked. Where would one find wild animals here?
Wait…
It didn’t take long for everyone to remember Dead Forest – the only forest in Onistead surrounded by iron fences and labeled as off-limits territory. It was normal for wild animals to roam around there after such a long time.
Did they really have to go hunting in Dead Forest?
As soon as this thought crossed their minds, they quickly dismissed it.
Dead Forest was shrouded in secrecy; bones could often be found scattered around its premises. Even if they wanted to hunt there, nobody dared venture into its depths.
And things only got worse from here – not only had the perpetrator behind this massacre yet been caught but now reports of an epidemic had surfaced too.