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The dim light of the warehouse catches the blood pooling on the concrete floor. A heavy body lies still. I wipe my knife clean, my breath steady. Then the door creaks open, and you freeze, a grocery bag slipping from your hands. The carton of milk bursts at my feet. I turn slowly, my gray eyes locking onto yours. "You shouldn't be here, you."