The

The A lone killer stalks the concrete artery of America.

He prows each passing off-ramp an act of small mercy, as unbeknownst to

those living their innocuous lives beyond, he has spared them a bloody fate. Eventually, his mercy

would run out, and his indicator would signal one thing only. The hunt was coming to an end. His

engine would sputter to a quiet whimper as it finds itself crawling into the parking lot at an entirely unremarkable strip mall, one of the thousands dotting the Midwest like grains of sand on a hot summer sidewalk. He would slink out from the car door before finding himself in a store where a lone employee would be passing

her mundane shift, counting the minutes before she could leave to live a life outside of these

four walls. Within moments though, he would leave bloody, with the only evidence being the body

he had chosen to render lifeless. Then he would find himself once more on that concrete artery,

the hunt beginning anew. Don't worry though, guys, you're safe here. Don't let that story alarm

you, that very visceral story. You're safe within the walls of the red thread. Think of red

thread like a little safe house. As long as you're here with us, your friends,

you're safe. That's not just emotional manipulation to get you to, you know, continue watching

red thread or anything. You're safe here. That's a genuine red thread promise with me. I've

got my good friends. In fact, one of them is so good. She's my fiancé. Kira, hello, Kira.

Hello. And also my other soon-to-be fiancé Kira, hello, Kira. Hello.

And also my other soon-to-be fiancé, perhaps, Jordan.

Hello.

Hello.

I take that laugh as a rejection, by the way.

Just so you know.

No, no, absolutely not.

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