I Became a Murderer in the Academy.

Chapter 108

As always, I found myself reliving memories of the past.

Memories of killing humans, drinking their blood, and wallowing in the back alleys.

Yet, unlike before, I didn’t feel the same headaches or nausea.

That makes sense.

I had already seen all the personal traumas that could have affected me.

And the fragment...

"..."

It showed me another memory.

A woman with silver hair lay on the cold floor of a dark basement, surrounded by black, shadowy figures.

'That’s...'

These weren’t my memories.

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