Paul Mark Travis stood near the pier. He was thinking about the time his girlfriend, Katrina Masters. She didn't want to be in Michigan; she was afraid of the city. She left to go to Seattle. His blue eyes focused on the dreary rain. It fell at a fast speed towards the raging ocean; it battered the pier with the violent current. Sailors screamed, as the Michigan ports were closed because of the wild storm. Before he could do anything, the killer raised the knife, and slashed at his left hand. 326Please respect copyright.PENANAYOC4yOQmhr 8964 copyright protection322PENANA24e61d3JXd 維尼
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