chapter 4: Who's the killer

Rain's POV

I just followed what he did after I ate. Then went straight to the living room to sit down.

But he's not here.

I was about to ask for his name, but maybe later.

While I was on my phone, Anne suddenly called. And guess what, she want to know what happened last night.

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Half an hour passed before Anne finally hung up the call. But until now, the man still hasn't here.

So I decided to go down, maybe there was also other living room there and he was resting.

When I got downstairs, a bigger living room came into view, but there was no one there.

So i decided to go on a house tour in case I might run into him unexpectedly.

I went straight to the back, where there is a narrow hallway surrounded by glass windows. While I was walking there, I saw their large garden outside. I was so amazed while looking around. It's really different when you're rich; the things you see are just so beautiful.

After I walked down the hallway, three doors appeared in front of me. I checked each one individually.

The first one is like a living room with a door leading out to the garden. And the second one is a storage room.

I slowly turned the door of the third room and a large gallery room came into view. I was amazed by the incredible beauty, like an art gallery placed inside a large room.

I'm examining each painting one by one. Beautiful and pleasing to the eye. Maybe because the colors are vibrant and bright, dark colors are rare. I just noticed that each painting has a face or a human body, but they don't look creepy. That's what adds beauty to the painting.

"Did you like it?"

"What the f!"I was startled when someone suddenly spoke behind me. There was only an inch between us, so I stepped back. I didn't notice him.

"Oh, it's you. Of course i like it..." then glanced at the painting infront.

I didn't let that he was really the reason I ended up here. He stand beside me and we both watched it together.

"All of this, I did it," he said.

I don't know but I wasn't surprised anymore, cuz also found some art things in the storage room.

"Are you selling these?"I asked.

"Actually no, No one even knows that I have an art gallery in my house except for my parents and close friends," She seriously looked me, "and you."

My heart started racing when he said that. Here we go again with our staring contest.

I just nodded and focused again on the paintings.

"It's such a waste if no one gets to see it. It's like a treasure that no one knows where it is"

"We should say omething like that. Only those who dare to look and find for this will get into trouble"

I turned to him with that answer. little weird.

"What?"then awkwardly laugh.

He just smiled. "I mean, as you said, it's like treasure. In movies, during a treasure hunt, there are always obstacles before they find it," he said. "And they might go crazy when they see how beautiful my painting is," he joked, laughing. I just went along with him.

"Well, there's a point. Your paintings are indeed addictive. It's as if you won't get tired of staring at it until someone slaps you and you come to your senses"

He just smiled at me. "Am I going to slap you?"he added jokingly.

"You, huh," I pointed at him, "You're actually a bit funny. like that".

"So you don't like serious people?" he said seriously looking at me "Why, aren't you boring to talk to?"

A sudden silent surounded the room.

A reminces entered my mind, the days when my friends avoided me because they said I was boring to be with.

But now, I don't know why, I suddenly became talkative, I feel comfortable with him. Maybe because... Something happened between us last night.

I just smiled at him. "Not really," briefly reply. I couldn't speak straight.

Suddenly, my cellphone in my pocket rang. When I saw who was calling, I immediately hung up.

I was surprised when he held my hand and said, "Come on, I want to show you something."

We entered through a door in the art gallery. And there i just saw, were the canvases, canvas stands, paints, and various other art supplies. This is probably where he makes his paintings.

He took me to an unfinished painting standing in a corner.

I suddenly noticed that there are no people or faces in the painting like in the others. Maybe it's not finished yet, but it's just a bit weird that I can't see any image of body or even part of face.

I felt something different while looking at the painting. It felt like I had seen it before.

Rex lights?

Blue lights?

And then it seems like... Faded thing that seems like... box?... No, it's... A closet.

It's like that, as if he just added some other colors to make it colorful.

I can't explain it well.

"Is it beautiful?"he suddenly asked.

"Of course?"i briefly reply.

"Do you want to see me finish that?" Smiling, he was facing me. But this time, that smile was starting to creep me out, and the hair on my arms stood up. i got goosebumps

"Ahhmmm" I sighed. "I want to, but..." Maybe someone looking for me at home"that's my excuse.

Her eyebrows met. "Who would even look for you?"

My heart suddenly raced at what he said that. Why does it seem like he knows? That no one would really look for me. Because I'm just alone at home.

Impossible. I just met him now.

"Mom and Dad, probably," I stammered.

He seriously stared at my face until...

He gradually started laughing like a madman, even sitting on the floor while laughing.

"Bwahahahahahah.."

That's when I got scared; he's completely different from the guy I was with earlier.

"What's so funny?"I tried to calm myself down while smiling.

He let out a deep sigh and looked straight at me again. He stood up as if nothing had happened.

"He said that you don't have anyone with you at home. He said you're all alone."

"Why do you know?"

Slowly, he approached me. As he approached, I also stepped back.

"He told me everything about you" while just smiling.

"Wh-who?"

Suddenly, I stepped on something that caused me to fall. My back hit the floor. I fell down.

I couldn't move right away because of the intense pain.

I was shockt when he suddenly mounted me. He knelt between me, and there was only half a centimeter between our bodies and faces while his two hands supported him on the floor.

"My twin told me"

"Twins?"I said in disbelief.

"Yes, but he's in another country right now." I'm trying to imitate him, but I really can't do it." He said, then stared at my face intently. "My brother has been following you for a long time." He knows everything... About you. The only problem is... "I got to taste you first," he added with a wide smile etched on his face.

I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I'm confused. I'm scared. Nervous.

"Pl-please don't hurt me," I pleaded.

"I mean we haven't finished what we started last night because of that damn woman."

It means that what I heard last night was not just a figment of my imagination or the result of drunkenness. There really was someone in the closet.

"What did you do to him?"

"You mean, the woman?I mean a gay person who looks like a woman?"

My face couldn't be painted because of what I heard.

"You?" You are the heartless serial killer...killing?

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