Chapter 113 Third Face

• I couldn’t remember the journey back, couldn’t recall how I had returned to my house, covered in blood yet leaving no trace behind. If I had somehow made my own way back, why wasn’t there any blood on the floor, on the door, or on anything I might have touched with my blood-soaked hands? The puzzle was maddening, a riddle that refused to let me rest.
• Desperate for answers, I forced myself to think wisely, despite the chaos swirling in my mind. I remembered that I had surveillance cameras outside my house.
• Clinging to that shred of logic, I raced to review the footage, praying that it might offer some clarity. As I scrolled through the recordings, something caught my attention.