260 episodes
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Episode 1
Murder in Worcester
Apr 04, 20241.7k views
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Episode 2
Killed by Spade
Apr 04, 2024501 views
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Episode 3
King of Underworld
Apr 04, 2024409 views
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Episode 4
Predator of Predator
Apr 05, 2024373 views
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Episode 5
Tamed cat
Apr 05, 2024336 views
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Episode 6
All for budding love
Apr 05, 2024326 views
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Episode 7
Beauty in black bike
Apr 05, 2024307 views
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Episode 8
Prey of the night
Apr 05, 2024293 views
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Episode 9
Knight in night
Apr 05, 2024277 views
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Episode 10
Rat got no guts
Apr 05, 2024119 views
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Episode 11
Sullied by Stray dogs
Apr 06, 202462 views
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Episode 12
Irresistible
Apr 06, 2024302 views
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Episode 13
Fire meets the Fire
Apr 06, 2024300 views
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Episode 14
Bloody Present
Apr 06, 2024288 views
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Episode 15
Optical Illusion
Apr 07, 202444 views
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Episode 16
Missing spade 1
Apr 07, 2024300 views
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Episode 17
Huntress for a Hunter
Apr 07, 2024296 views
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Episode 18
Laying traps
Apr 08, 2024255 views
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Episode 19
Person in Ghost mask
Apr 08, 2024348 views
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Episode 20
Plucking nails
Apr 09, 202430 views
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In the dim, desolate confines of an abandoned subway, a man stumbled, his grasp unsteady on a half-empty bottle of alcohol. His once-groomed appearance now betrayed by overgrown stubble and disheveled hair, his bloodshot eyes bore the weight of endless tears.
As he faltered, a jagged stone sliced across his forehead, drawing a trickle of blood. Yet, the physical pain paled in comparison to the anguish gripping his heart.
Slumping against the cold, graffiti-stained walls, he gazed vacantly at the oppressive sky, tears silently tracing down his cheeks. With a heavy heart, he shut his eyes, only for fresh waves of despair to wrench anguished sobs from his chest. In a fit of anguish, he hurled the bottle, shattering it against the unforgiving concrete, mirroring the shattered pieces of his soul.
A piercing scream shattered the silence, jolting him from his desolation. Instinctively, he stumbled toward the source, his vision blurred by the enveloping darkness. Guided by the cries, he pressed forward, his steps faltering but resolute.
Each scream pierced the air like a dagger, leading him to a decrepit shed at the end of the subway. With a door already splintered, he entered, his gaze sweeping over the rusty remnants of forgotten machinery and discarded debris.
A sickening squelch beneath his shoe drew his attention downward, revealing a pool of crimson staining the ground. His breath hitched, dread coursing through his veins as he followed the macabre trail, his heart pounding in his ears.
And then, he beheld the horror before him, a scene so grotesque it froze him in terror.
He retreated back with eyes full of fear before asking, "Wh... wh... what are you doing?".
"Please… help me."
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In the dim, desolate confines of an abandoned subway, a man stumbled, his grasp unsteady on a half-empty bottle of alcohol. His once-groomed appearance now betrayed by overgrown stubble and disheveled hair, his bloodshot eyes bore the weight of endless tears.
As he faltered, a jagged stone sliced across his forehead, drawing a trickle of blood. Yet, the physical pain paled in comparison to the anguish gripping his heart.
Slumping against the cold, graffiti-stained walls, he gazed vacantly at the oppressive sky, tears silently tracing down his cheeks. With a heavy heart, he shut his eyes, only for fresh waves of despair to wrench anguished sobs from his chest. In a fit of anguish, he hurled the bottle, shattering it against the unforgiving concrete, mirroring the shattered pieces of his soul.
A piercing scream shattered the silence, jolting him from his desolation. Instinctively, he stumbled toward the source, his vision blurred by the enveloping darkness. Guided by the cries, he pressed forward, his steps faltering but resolute.
Each scream pierced the air like a dagger, leading him to a decrepit shed at the end of the subway. With a door already splintered, he entered, his gaze sweeping over the rusty remnants of forgotten machinery and discarded debris.
A sickening squelch beneath his shoe drew his attention downward, revealing a pool of crimson staining the ground. His breath hitched, dread coursing through his veins as he followed the macabre trail, his heart pounding in his ears.
And then, he beheld the horror before him, a scene so grotesque it froze him in terror.
He retreated back with eyes full of fear before asking, "Wh... wh... what are you doing?".
"Please… help me."
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