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Karma stepped out of the house with a Cheshire grin as their hands were stuffed in their pockets. Their white button-up shirt, with the sleeves, rolled up to their elbow was as clean as can be. Whiter than ever. Spotless, which they didn't really try to do.
They stepped off of the porch humming a lullaby. Running their fingers through their white and black hair, they turned into the forest, a scream sounds from the house.
The wife most likely found the body. What was left of it anyway