y were, it did not shut out his other grotesque features. He looked like he had not sh

ked more like claws. The unusual dark colour of lips was scary. It made Celine w

ance. From the recent news that Celine gathered, he was more than you can

led yet another disconcerting feature of his. His teeth were a dark shade of y

s was the handsome young man she fell for years back. The John she knew was stunning with a flashy set of teeth. His lips were a perfect shade of peach. How

a whisper like she was tryi

ot to talk of the place she had to meet him. S

a table. She could see other improvised furniture scattered all over the place. Each of them looked like it would collapse at any minute, and they all had a red ribb

attention. That explains this look. What has John done to himself? The feeling o

" he continued "she is going to judge me. Judge me as you've always done because that's the only

ed "Just so you know, I do not care, Celine. I don'

, all she could do was call his

s a pitch higher, and he looked at her l

hing she could say. Her voice was

ing and made her shiver. "What did you just say?" He asked,

o stammer but never got to finish her sta

t her. "Don't you have any shame left in you?! Or at

ken aback by his

u, same old you. Haven't you been the same old gallant Celine everybody knows?" He

to come here and meet John after all she had heard. She

e knew it was him. The instant the police recorded the first pattern in the murders. The killer had slaughtered a pr

sion with that colour of ribbon. Series of the s

wits. Folding his right index finger, he placed it under her jaw and slowly raised her head for her to look at him. He stared down at her. He stared down at her for a whole two m

ace, stretching from ear to ear. Celine shiv

ow, don