Vivian finally stopped beneath an ancient tree, certain that no one was following her.
The fruit knife in her hand clattered to the ground as she sank weakly onto the damp grass.
'I killed him! I actually killed him!'
Vivian squeezed her eyes shut, the image of Matthew's face, contorted in fury and disbelief in his final moments, filling her mind.
"Don't blame me!" She cried out, her voice raw with panic. "I was forced! I had no choice!"
Suddenly, her phone rang, and the caller ID displayed an unknown number.
Vivian's body went rigid with terror, but she didn't hesitate for a second. "Hello?"
"Have you taken care of it?" a voice, distorted by a modulator, spoke from the other end.
"Y-Yes," Vivian stammered.
"Excellent." The voice chuckled, a chilling sound. "Considering your perfo
