Chapter 3: Bloody Melody
The music pulsed through the warehouse, vibrating the rusty metal walls.
Kidnapper 3 (backing away): "T-Turn off the music! TURN IT OFF!"
Too late.
Echo stepped forward, barefoot, her walk graceful but unhinged—like a ballerina in a nightmare. Her eyes gleamed with a strange joy.
Echo (softly, smiling):
"Now you all get to dance... with death."
With lightning speed, she grabbed a broken chair leg from the floor—jagged and sharp.
Kidnapper 1 tried to run—
THUD.
The chair leg pierced his foot. He screamed, falling face-first. She leapt on his back, her smile never fading, and whispered:
Echo (giggling): "One down. Who's next?"
Kidnapper 2 (yelling): "S-Shoot her! SHOOT HER!"
But before anyone could reach their guns, she flicked the warehouse lights—off.
Darkness.
All they could hear was the music... and her laughter.
Kidnapper 3: "I-I can't see! Where is she?!"
Echo (whispering from somewhere): "Right behind you."
A scream echoed.
One by one, they dropped. Not killed immediately—no, Echo played with them. Like toys. Like they tried to play with her.
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A few minutes later…
The warehouse lights flickered back on.
Blood painted the walls like abstract art. The other girls were unharmed, still scared but untouched.
Echo walked toward them, a soft smile on her face, blood dripping from her fingers.
She crouched, cut their ropes gently.
Echo (in a kind voice):
"You're safe now. I told them... not to mess with me."
One girl asked, her voice shaking:
"W-Who are you…?"
Echo stood.
Echo (with a cold smile):
"Just someone who doesn't like bad people."
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