48 Results in the "Crack" category
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“Oh… Oh my god… And you, Senior…” Walter Stone covered his mouth with a fist as those words slipped out. Director Oakley didn’t voice anything, but his expression was almost identical. Revenant continued, speaking with a cold detachment, not meeting any of their gazes. “When I went back, Ian was holding a gun. Luckily, he didn’t know how to release the safety.” “And, then… what happened then?” “I shot him.” A single shot to the forehead. Then three to the chest.…-
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“Could it be… that I meant love?” The Revenant muttered softly, and the CIA agent’s eyes widened in surprise. “…What? What did you say, sir?” “You just asked, didn’t you? Why I did it.” “Yes, I did. Why did you… commit all those unauthorized murders?” That was the question. The Revenant took a moment to consider his answer seriously. The reason he carried out unauthorized killings alone—sympathy, kindness, guilt. He had always denied these excuses, but now the…
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The person who had been consumed by depression and schizophrenia wasn’t his mother. It was Ian. The person who had witnessed his stepfather’s death was also Ian. And it was Ian who almost got charged with first-degree murder as the primary suspect in his stepfather’s killing. When his treatment at Rosehillman began, Ian faced another crisis—one that required him to reveal his secrets to others. Dr. Hillen, though different from the police, was relentless in trying to make Ian confront his…
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When did it start? Ian first sensed something was wrong in his life when his mother occasionally left the house for her charitable activities. She’d tell him she’d be gone for two days but then return the next day. When he greeted her excitedly, asking why she was back early, she replied, “My son, are you feeling sick?” The problem wasn’t with her schedule—it was with Ian’s concept of time. A whole day had vanished while his mother was gone. Ian was deeply unsettled but kept quiet,…
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The sunlight, as lukewarm as human warmth, gently touched Ian’s closed eyelids. The morning light was like a spring breeze. It was a place that felt cut off from the world, peaceful. Ian opened his eyes, surrounded by a familiar sense of calm. Everything was still the same here. A peace that felt like a lie. Silence without truth. Fake happiness wrapped in medication. A world of numbness and painlessness, where it felt like his mind was vacuum-sealed away. Rosehillman Psychiatric Hospital. A…
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Suddenly, memories started tangling. "No, wait." Wait. I was at camp that day. It was my mom who witnessed my stepfather’s murder. That’s why she had a mental breakdown… No, wait. It was my mom who went to camp. She wasn’t home. That’s why I was alone with the body. I kept waiting, worrying it might revive. Leo had left the gun next to the body after wiping it down. I kept watch so I could grab the gun and shoot again if it moved. I delayed calling the police as long as I could… nearly…
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Ian left Tim Hogan’s studio and took a narrow path that led up the hill. Unless he planned to take the subway, it was the shortest route home, though it required going up a steep, secluded hill. At the top, a large road leading to a safer residential area would open up. "Ian!" Ian was taking the stairs two at a time when a man in scruffy clothes, typical of the Harem District, came up the opposite path. Ian tried to brush past him quickly without paying him any attention. "Hey, you." The man…
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Entering through the employee entrance at the back of the restaurant, Ian made his way through the kitchen, casually responding to the usual comments from the staff like, "You seem a bit late today," and "You don’t look well. Are you sick?" He brushed them off with light replies, heading to the locker room to change into his uniform before stopping by the restroom to fix his hair, which Revenant had messed up earlier. He then stepped into the dining hall. A slight sheen of sweat appeared on his…
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After having breakfast, Ian completed the hacking work he left unfinished yesterday, saved it to a USB, and called a dispatch rider to send it to the P.O. box address Tim Hogan had mentioned. He had asked the rider to put the USB inside a porn DVD case—whether this was for security reasons or just for the client’s amusement, he wasn’t sure. As Leo’s house only had gay porn, which Leo claimed he kept “just for reference” for his encounters with Ian, he had no choice but to use it. Since there…
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“Ian, you look like a frog.” The voice, soft and teasing like the early morning sunlight, roused Ian from his sleep. His eyelids fluttered first in response to the sound, and soon the bright light hit his face, causing his irises to contract. Ian grimaced, shielding his eyes with his hand. “Ugh… what’s this about?” “Why did you sleep here?” Ian had fallen asleep awkwardly against one wall, half-slumped over. He hadn’t gotten much sleep, as hacking through the night and the…
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