After leaving the Miller residence, I took a cab to my old ho.
After my parents died in a car accident, I sold all our properties to pay off debts, except for this old house, which holds all the mories of my parents and .
Getting out of the car, I looked at the familiar place with mixed feelings. Taking out the key hidden in the flowerpot, I stood there in silence for a long ti before opening the door.
The house was quiet, filled with my photos and my parents’ belongings. It seed like nothing had changed, yet everything was different.
Sitting on the couch, I quietly stared at the photos on the wall. It all felt like a dream.
Suddenly, I heard a faint sound behind . My body stiffened, and my nerves tensed up. Was soone in my house?
Afraid to turn around, I slowly reached for my phone to call the cops.
But as always, in monts of extre panic, my hands fumbled, and even unlocking my phone screen beca a struggle.
Behind , I felt soone was staring at , getting closer and closer.
Taking a deep breath, I abruptly stood up and turned to look behind .
At the doorway, a man stood holding a stick, his face grim as he looked at .
I stood frozen in place, my throat constricted with fear.
That person... He was tall, with black hair, a grim face, and a large burn scar on his right cheek and fingers.
His overall appearance was eerie and unsettling, just like the fear I felt before I died.
"Are you following ?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
I opened my mouth, but no words ca out. It was a fear that stemd from the depths of my soul.
"How did you know I was here?" he frowned, tossing the stick aside and communicating with as if he were accustod to it.
I stared at him rigidly.
This voice... it was definitely the person who killed before. Definitely! But why did he seem to know ?
Wait... I’m currently assuming the identity of Sofia. Why does he recognize ?
"I didn’t know you were here," I spoke softly, taking a deep breath. "Isn’t this where Sophia used to live? I’ve been getting close to her friend, Juliet, recently, and I found out where she used to live."
The man sat on the couch. "I’m hiding out here for a few days."
I stood still, stiffly looking at him.
"It seems you’ve done a good job impersonating her," he sneered.
I was frozen.
What did he an? What relationship did Sofia have with this man? Impersonating what?
"Just..." My mind raced quickly, with no mories associated with this man.
"Mr. Black Senior had a stroke..." I guessed, thinking that our cooperation was related to the Black family.
"Are you pregnant with his child?" The man seed uninterested in matters concerning the Black family, just glaring at darkly.
A chill ran down my spine. This man seed capable of killing at any mont. But why... was he staying in my house?
"Yes..." I answered softly...
The man suddenly laughed. His laughter was wild and intense.
I felt nervous, not knowing what to say.
"He mistook you for Sophia?" he spoke first, as if talking to himself. "He really mistook you for Sophia? Hahaha... saying he loves her so much, but this is all he can do. Just anyone can replace Sophia in his heart!"
I stared at him in shock.
What did he an by mistaking for Sophia?
"Don’t think you’re smart," he suddenly stopped laughing, his hostility intensifying. "Do you think he’ll always listen to you just because you’ve left traces of Sophia and imitated her?"
I didn’t say anything, letting him continue.
"Get the task done quickly, and don’t entertain any inappropriate thoughts," he warned in a low voice.
I gasped and felt a chill. What task had he given Sofia? Was it related to Dexter?
Did Dexter mistake Sofia for Sophia?
Dexter called Sophia, not Sofia, but Sophia?
"I got it..." I held onto my phone nervously, watching the man, eager to make a call to the cops.
This guy...he’s definitely the murderer.
"You can leave now," he motioned with his hand.
I nodded and ran in a hurry.
"Don’t entertain any unrealistic fantasies. He just sees you as Sophia, but he won’t actually develop feelings for you," he warned as I reached the door.
I dashed out of the house without looking back, my legs felt weak.
Taking out my phone, I wanted to call the cops, but it took a while to realize, what should I tell them?
That he was a murderer? Where was the evidence?
If I can’t provide proof, would I just be stirring up trouble?
But why was he staying in my house?
What’s going on? Was this a provocation?
Just as I stepped out of the hallway, I bumped into soone’s embrace. It was Dexter.
He reached out and held in his embrace, his voice hoarse. "Why do you keep running around..."
He was worried about .
"You..." I held onto Dexter tightly, seeking so sense of security.
The voice of the man upstairs and Dexter’s voice sounded similar, both were hoarse and low.
"How do you always manage to find ?" I looked up at Dexter and asked nervously.
Dexter didn’t say anything.
"Do you have a tracker on ?" I continued to ask.
"Just...afraid you’ll get into trouble." Dexter averted his gaze.
I nervously glanced back, afraid the murderer upstairs might co out.
Holding Dexter’s hand, I quickly led him away,
"Where’s the tracker?" I asked Dexter.
Dexter remained silent.
"You gonna talk or not?" I frowned, getting a little annoyed.
Dexter held my wrist and rubbed the bracelet on it.
Then he touched the pendant around my neck.
Well... turned out all the jewelry I wore daily had trackers?
Not only that.
His hand ended up on my phone.
I was furious that I was being tracked.
Dexter looked as if he was wronged, holding my hand. "Sophia..."
"Let’s go, we’re heading ho." I always felt a chill down my spine, bringing Dexter back with .
Afraid of being targeted by that murderer.
That murderer probably doesn’t know I’m Sophia.
He surely couldn’t have imagined I would experience being reincarnated.
But what did he ask Sofia to do? I’m currently using Sofia’s identity. If I keep investigating, won’t it lead back to ? Is Sofia the accomplice?
"Sophia, sothing on your mind?" On the way back ho, Dexter held my hand, asking.
I didn’t say anything. I’m thinking about what to do next.
Until we got ho, I didn’t talk to Dexter.
Dexter just stayed with quietly.
"Dexter... Violette told you went to the police station to confess that you’re a murderer, why?" I looked at Dexter, trying to see his reaction.
Dexter glanced at , then looked down.
"If you don’t want to talk about it... forget it," I was afraid of arousing suspicion from Dexter.
And I still suspected that Dexter and the murderer living in my house were in cahoots.
"That man said... if I voluntarily confess that I’m a murderer, he’ll return you to ," Dexter’s voice was hoarse, head lowered, hair covering his eyes, so I couldn’t see his emotions or gaze.
But I could feel him trembling.
"Who is he..." I nervously looked at Dexter. "Return to you? Is it Sofia, or Sophia?"
Dexter raised his head, his eyes burning as he looked at .
The murderer said that Dexter mistook Sofia for Sophia, treating Sofia as a substitute.
So the person Dexter truly wanted to save was Sophia? Was he referring to Sophia every ti he called out "Sophia"?
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