Punishment begins
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"ANYONE WHO ATTEMPTS TO STOP JUSTICE IS ALSO MY ENEMY!"

Jordan's heart skipped a beat or two after reading the words on his mirror, and out of fear, he fell down on his butt.

His heart racing and cold sweat trickling down his face as he gazed at the mirror. It was obvious that the words were written by fresh human blood and not a mere paint.

"W-w-what is t-t-this?" Jordan stuttered, his face filled with fear as he read the wordings over and over again.

He shifted his gaze around the bathroom to see if anyone was there or perhaps, hiding, but there was no other person there besides him.

"W-w-what does this mean? W-who wrote this?" Jordan stammered, lifting his body off the floor, his gaze still glued to the mirror infront of him.

"How did the person get in here? The house was locked, and the doors and windows seems intact, meaning the person didn't force his way in. How then did he enter?" Jordan mumbled to himself in shock.

His heart that was once beating fast was now starting to calm
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