The Reborn Girl Is Dauntless but Overly Cautious

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Outside, Julie suddenly burst into a long, eerie laugh.

"Open up, Wendy. Didn't we say we'd be best friends forever?"

I ignored the spectral pleas from outside, timing the murderer's approach. Sure enough, I soon saw him through the surveillance, covered in blood, hurrying towards my room. Julie, noticing him, swiftly vanished from the camera's view.

I clicked my tongue, having hoped for a showdown between the murderer and my ghostly 'friend.'

"It's you causing all this trouble, isn't it? You tampered with the peephole, and you killed 504 and 201 while I was at 603's, didn't you? Who are you? Did you know I was coming? Answer me!"

The murderer banged on my door with the hilt of his still-dripping machete, the noise growing louder.

"No answer? Heh, it doesn't matter. Once I get in and pry your mouth open, I'll know everything."

With that, he started attacking my door, which was as secure as a bank vault, kicking and hacking at it with his knife, yet not leaving a single mark.

Exhausted, his hands began to tremble on camera.

Inside, I watched the futile attempts with glee, cracking open a can of soda.

It was like the story of the Three Little Pigs—I was the one safe in the brick house, impervious to the huffing and puffing of the big bad wolf outside.

Realizing his efforts were in vain, the murderer's face twisted into a perverse grin.

"You think you're safe just because I can't break down your door? There are always vulnerabilities—windows, sewer pipes, the ceiling. There's always a way in."