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She is facing old house. It has been long time forgotten by its owner. But nonetheless it looks very stylish and fancy. Two floors, the second floor jutted out of the main structure. It's covered in yellow, red and pink stripes, intertwined together, without any coherent order.
She doesn't remember how she got here. She just opened her eyes and she is here. God knows how, but she remember the story about this penthouse. Rage started to boil inside her.
Why?
She doesn't have any explanation for this.
The story about this house goes that last owner killed their sibling there. Or was it their friend? Or their partner? Since then this place has been let to rot and eternal shame.
"Girl, do you know why this happened" voice that she doesn't recognise speek to her. She shrugs, but out of fright or to answer their question she have no idea. Probably both.
"This house was cursed by a man. And now it gives a sense of disgust and rage to whoever enters it. That's why the last owner killed them. It was a lot of blood and wrath. Do you feel it, girl?"
"Yes. And I feel the need to kill too and I have never ever felt it in my life."
"That's okay. Let's go. We have places to go, little girl."