"Kill her! Kill Laura Vinéyard now!" Alastor Cronin's icy voice screamed in front of the crowd that threw glares of contempt at the villainess.
"Alastor! Ophelia! What did you do! What did you-" the broken expression of desperation, a pale visage wet by tears, this thing couldn't even whisper its last curse, crimson fluid dirtied the floor of wood, followed by thousand cheers of joy.
The only one who seemed miserable was Vernon Blair, who silently sobbed in despair.
"Laura..."
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