"Alright." Debra got up from the bed.


    Juan added, "Give me your ring."


    Debra looked down at her ring and took it off.


    Juan said, "I''ll give it backter."


    Debra left the room, knowing Juan didn''t owe her anything anymore.


    Juan sat down and looked at the dim tablemp. His mind drifted to the previous night when he invited Vickie there.


    When she arrived, Vickie took in the surroundings and frowned. "What do you want to see me for?"


    Juan looked at her face, which resembled Debra''s, and felt a wave of disgust. In his mind, one could rece Debra, and no one else could have that face.


    "You''ve always wanted to take Debra''s ce, right? I''m giving you that chance," he said, tossing a set of clothes to her. "Put these on. You know how to look more like her."


    "What are you getting at?" Vickie asked suspiciously.


    "Debra is dead," Juan replied. "From today on, you are her."


    "Really?" Vickie''s face lit up with joy.


    She had suffered so much only for this moment.


    "Yeah." Juan nodded.


    She quickly put on Debra''s clothes and sat at the dressing table to do her makeup.


    When Juan''s reflection suddenly appeared in the mirror, she turned around, intending to ask him if she looked like Debra.


    Juan suddenly pulled out a silenced pistol and shot her in the shoulder. Vickie screamed in pain, but Juan quickly stabbed her with a knife.


    Blood soaked the white nightgown Vickie''s eyes widened in disbelief Juan simply threw her onto the bed and cleaned the blood from the dressing table.


    Vickie tried to crawl out of bed, but the knife had impaled her, making it possible to escape. By the time Juan finished cleaning the scene, she had stopped breathing.  fo


    He wrapped a bandage around her shoulder, faking an injury like Debra''s. Then he put the ring on her blood-soaked ring finger and


    shed her face with the knife until blood obscured it.


    "You never looked like her," he muttered, leaving the room.


    A thunderp pulled him back to reality.


    Juan took off the pendant he always wore around his neck. It held a ring that had lost its diamond.


    From that day on, he and Debra had nothing more to do with each other. Finally, he took out the only photo of him and Debra from the drawer.


    In the photo, Debra was eating cake, and he had sneakily taken a picture with half his face showing.


    He ced the photo frame on the table and then set the ring in front of it.