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It happened so fast, Damien didn't know how to react. He just stared at his sister's lifeless body. Blood spilled out from her mouth, covering the table cloth.

Brain matters oozed out from under her shattered head, and it stained her white dress red.

Blood dripped on the ground, leaving trails on the floor.

The man threw the bludgeon aside, letting it fall to the floor.

Deep in the depths of Damien's tortured mind, a scene of unspeakable horror unfolded. His ...

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