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The Killer's POV
I was smart.
Oh, yes, I was.
I watched everything closely. 
Every step.
And guess where he is now?
With the detective.
In the damn place where she died. 
Where Amanda fell, lifeless.
Where I did what no one would ever imagine.
Edgar was there. 
The beloved teacher.
Ridiculous, naive... weak.
And now... in love.
After all these years...
Sarah.
Tsk.
He thinks he's discreet, protective, confident.
But I see. I know. I follow them.
They think they live a hidden life, but... they're so exposed.
Ahhh, how ridiculous they are. 
I know about their romance. Edgar tries to hide it from everyone, even his best friend. But not from me.
They think they're safe, but at any moment... everything can change.
I can steal your girlfriend. Just thinking about it makes me smile.
Edgar had no idea.
I was so close.
So close...
And there he was, all curious, wanting to know who killed his ex-girlfriend.
Investigating me. Wanting answers.
How pathetic.
Ahhh, I held back my laughter as I watched them from a distance. 
Do they really think they'll find me?
Hah. Never.
I didn't leave any traces. No fingerprints. No cameras. No witnesses.
It was perfect.
As if I were a professional.
I was just... smart. 
It was all planned. Calculated.
Cold.
But...
The truth is, I didn't want to kill her.
Amanda.
It wasn't the plan.
That scene repeated itself... in my mind, as if it were yesterday.
I could almost see her here.
Just wanted to take her with me.
Show her that the world was too small for her and Edgar.
I was crazy about her.
I was the only one who truly loved her.
I was going to protect her, spoil her, and give her everything she needed.
But she...
Ah, that bitch.
She recognized me.
Right away.
Even though I was wearing dark clothes, a mask, and a cap... she recognized my eyes.
Her eyes widened, and she said my name.
At that moment, I realized that everything had fallen apart.
What the hell...
Amanda knew.
She knew how I felt.
She knew I was watching her.
Amanda knew I wanted her all to myself.
And worse...
She knew she would never love me.
She had rejected me before.
I asked her for a chance; I begged her.
And she laughed at me.
She laughed as if I were nothing.
As if I were crazy.
And now, in that alley, when I approached her, Amanda backed away.
With every step I took, she moved further away.
I asked her to listen to me. That's all. Just listen to me.
I said I just wanted to talk.
She looked around, searching for help.
She said she would never leave Edgar.
That she loved him.
That this was her choice.
Those words cut me like a knife.
Her choice...
It was him.
Always him.
Never me.
My blood boiled.
I wanted to kill him right there, even though he wasn't there.
I wanted to take everything he had, everything he was.
Amanda saw my face full of rage.
And she was quick.
She punched me.
She pushed me.
Amanda told me to get away, or she would call the police.
And there... everything turned red.
My heart raced. My vision blurred.
My hands... were already ready.
I always carried something sharp with me.
I was always prepared.
Just in case.
But...
I stabbed her.
Without thinking.
Several times.
I don't remember how many.
When the blood spurted out, my world stopped.
Amanda fell, her eyes wide, trying to breathe, trying to understand.
She was still looking at me.
Even bleeding.
Even dying.
Afraid.
I...
I stood still.
Paralyzed.
For a second, I felt lost.
I killed her.
And that wasn't what I wanted.
Not at that moment.
So I ran.
I hid in the alleys.
Like a shadow.
My heart was beating so loud that I thought everyone would hear me.
But no one saw me.
I wore gloves.
A mask.
A jacket.
Heavy boots.
Nothing escaped.
Not a single hair. No fingerprints.
It was the perfect place.
No cameras.
No witnesses.
And what's more...
I had help.
Yes, I didn't do it all alone.
But that... that's my secret.
They'll never know.
They'll never find out who I am.
Because I'm right in the middle of them.
Close.
Watching.
Acting like everyone else.
And that idiot Edgar...
He thinks he's getting closer to the truth.
But he has no idea.
He doesn't know that Amanda's death was his fault.
He pushed her into it.
Edgar created the moment.
He took her away from me.
And now...
Edgar is going to pay.
With his life.
I stayed hidden while I watched them...
The detective, the two police officers, and Edgar were banging on the door of the convenience store... they wanted answers.
They wanted the lady who works there to tell them everything she remembered.
But it would be a waste of time.
They wouldn't find out anything.
They would never know that I was the killer.