This time instead of saving them, I instructed my servants to dispose of those two dead bodies casually in the woods.
Little did I know that this careless mistake would bring trouble upon me.
In my haste leaving Martin behind without exchanging contact information left him lingering on my mind.
The next night came around as usual. I once again found myself at the bar.
I wore a restraint bracelet designed to suppress bloodlust—a gift from my parents when they sought help after noticing my addiction at eight years old.
I wanted to see if I'd encounter Martin again. Though honestly uncertain if I'd run into him again since yesterday was our first meeting at Green Bar. He might just be passing through. Anxiously entering that night filled with trepidation about possibly not finding him again, fearing that this one man who made me feel different would vanish without a trace.
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But as soon as I entered the bar, I spotted a familiar figure. A satisfied smile crept across my face. It seemed like fate was on my side.
But while others might attribute their fate to destiny, mine was orchestrated by human hands. This was something I would only realize later.