In the end, Luke killed me.
He ripped me apart, leaving my blood splattered everywhere.
I became a ghost, floating in the air.
Seeing Luke, drenched in blood and still hacking away at my body, a wave of hatred surged through me.
I rushed at him, desperate to kill him and avenge both myself and my sister, but I passed right through him.
As a ghost, I couldn't touch anything in the real world.
In frustration, I clawed at Luke, trying to vent my anger.
Just when I was about to give up this pointless struggle, a scream pierced the silence at the study door.
I turned to see a cleaner standing at the entrance, horrified by the bloody scene before her.
"Run! Call the police!" I shouted, rushing toward her in agitation, fearing she might become another victim of Luke's rage.
Thankfully,
