The whole room was coloured in red.
No, it wasn't the designers decision or the will of it's owner.
Everything was red because of the blood. It was everywhere : on the walls, on the windows, on the door, on the couch, on TV, on the floor and even on the ceiling. Absolutely everything that was in that room was covered with blood.
Harret came into the room. The first thing that he saw was the body of his best friend in the middle of the room. He didn't need to be a coroner to say that the body was dead for at least last few hours. He viewed the whole room and got really scared. "Who might have such a thing?" was the only thought that appeared on his mind. Suddenly, something on the couch started to move. He needed two minutes to recognise Claire in that pale person covered with blood.
"What happened here?" asked he carefully.
But there was no answer. She just took her eyes on him and he realised that things were even worse than he could imagine. He realised that it was Claire, who killed his best friend. But he couldn't really blame her, because he knew exactly why did she do it.
"Klaire, look at me", said Harret. "Do you really think that he deserved death? Yes, he was drunk that night. Yes, he was guilty for that accident. But do you really think that murder is an option? Did you get your revenge? Are you happy now?" while speaking his voice became louder and "What did you say?" she was completely shocked. "It was him, who did IT? It was him, who I've been looking for all this years? Damn, justice really exists", said she.
"Wait, you didn't know? Then why, the hell, did you kill him?" asked he irritatedly.
"I didn't kill him", answered she calmly. "We were just playing Russian Roulette. Ana he, finally,
got the punishment for all his crimes."
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