Meanwhile, inside a rental apartment in a mid-size city located thousands of miles from Jamborough, a man sat wiping a chipped knife blade—slowly, mechanically, and without focus.
His movements were mechanical yet in a careless rhythm. His eyes, however, had been fixed on the livestream chat.
Shannon's name flooded the chat as fans chanted for the final cast member. But when Kai was revealed as the latest addition, her unexpected show of support for him sent the chat into a frenzy once again.
The man's lips curled mischievously, a dry laugh escaping from his throat as he mouthed Shannon's name. "You're a popular one, aren't ya?"
Despite ending so many lives, nobody knew his name. Would that change if he simply killed this young woman called Shannon?
When he first started his crimes, he was afraid to be caught. Therefore, his victims were always migrant workers, whose sudden disappearance would hardly draw much attention.
He would then handle their bodies in a proper and secretive way.
As his list of victims grew, he began to resent the constant need to hide in the shadows.
So, he began to deliberately get closer to the police, watching them scramble to solve the "trouble" he had caused, their efforts in vain, and still no closer to the truth.
There was an indescribable thrill in that, but that feeling wasn't enough. He wanted the whole world to see him.
Especially after hearing that many people abroad had a particular fascination with serial killers, his resolve only grew stronger. He wanted to be famous, and the quickest way to do that was to kill someone well-known.
"Shannon Jensen, it is."
He knew she was a practitioner of the mystic arts, and he had also seen supernatural stuff in old TV shows. To him, they were nothing more than flashy tricks.
Among these numb spirits, there was a new ghost. When she heard the man utter Shannon's name, her once cold and lifeless expression shifted slightly.
Her eyes slowly widened, first with anger. How dare he target Shannon and even try to harm her?
But then, the anger gradually eased.
Though this man was terrifying, Shannon was a specialist at dealing with evil people and ghosts. Such a person was nothing more than a clown, a puppet.
Once she understood this, the new ghost turned its gaze toward the man's back, slowly curling into a sinister smile.
She smiled with a bit of schadenfreude, but considering she was a new ghost, she lacked control in her expressions. As a result, her smile looked increasingly eerie and terrifying…
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