20 October
210 Words
It’s Tuesday, and we’re getting more frustrated with this whole crime. Time is ticking, and tomorrow we expect the soul eater will attack. We are all in the City Hall. Now that every citizen of Y is here, it’s just a matter of provoking each other—between this killer and us. Of who will make their next move. We have to be very observant tomorrow. Every movement matters.
People. Victims. Not in a good relationship with their families. No marks of attack from the killer. F. L. What else? What else am I overlooking?
...arts?
Arts! f**k. Their jobs are in the field of Arts. But how do I know it’s not just a coincidence?
Families. F. L. Music. Writing. No signs of attacks... what if I just didn’t notice? Perhaps that’s the trick! Ahhhh, maybe the killer intends to hide it, in a place we rarely look into. So that it will seem like a mythical creature’s job.
On top of their heads where hair covers the skin. Or on their wounds due to the attack. The victim fell down and got scars, but then maybe it's the way of this eater to cover up the actual scar of its poison needle, or whatever it uses.
Ha! I’m going to catch you, soul eater. Soon enough.
- Writer
