In came, the uninvited customer.
A young, dark auburn-haired man smartly dressed in a black pea coat over a white shirt stood over them with an oddly pleasant smile etched on his face even though he had killed someone in cold-blood. His white gloves turned partly crimson by the blood of someone’s son and in his right hand, the weapon of the crime.
‘Good evening,’ he greeted formally.
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