The Mist Killer by Aiden Vilo

It was a normal night in the busy streets of Chicago. A normal night by most means, there was a dense hanging fog clinging to car’s headlights and pedestrians’ clothes. As the city went about its night, with music floating out of restaurants and nightclubs, and constant laughter decorating the air, it was oblivious to all the happenings within the dark.

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