Jerry didn't give me time to ask what his ominous chorus meant, directly continuing.
"A few saw her with a younger, dark-haired child a few times, as well as a blond girl with a mask; they didn't know who they were. I would suspect the latter was her twin."
"How much younger was the former?" I intercepted.
"Too young to be a friend, about a decade younger than her." He answered, and I was sure that this child had been my father.
"However, one classmate, a good friend of Liliana's, had killed herself shortly after graduation. I visited her grave and chilled a bit, and then I met someone..." Jerry paused before seemingly remembering my warning and soon continued. No idea what he meant with 'chilling' though.
"The dead classmate's little brother. We talked a bit, and he invited me to his house. Long story short: Liliana wasn't the nice girl she pretended to be. She liked to skin people." There was a triumphant smile in his voice, reminding me of a dog that had found a bone.
