Em decided to call the murderers by the order of their numbers. She named them after the order of the numbers of their occurrence in her mind.

  Now she was dealing with the number four, or simply Four.

  The craving for dust awoke.

  Em wouldn't hold back.

  She pulled her palms off the ceiling, then stood up. She looked at Four, lifted her left foot off the ceiling.

  "Let me fall," she whispered.

  Her right foot came off the ceiling. Em fell, and her body reversed her stance in the air. Instead of crashing, she landed on the floor softly and gently. Em felt like time had slowed down before she landed.

  Four seemed not to notice Em. Em was behind her. Four kept whispering some words. Em recognized the holy words from the religious script.

  Em had always loved God and had prayed many times. But she hadn't managed to get any response to her prayers. For this reason, her religious belief had been flexible. But this time, she would terminate the most important law of the holy text.

  "Don't kill," Em whispered.

  But Em wasn't killing Four; she was going to send her to heaven. She reasoned this way to soothe her ethic-fed mind. In fact, she felt she was doing the right thing.

  She stepped forward, but a doubt from her human teachings came. In response, the urge to eat dust arose.

  Sick of the conflict, being stuck between two minds, ready to yell, Em put her hands on her head. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was open wide. She felt ready to explode.

  "I want to do bad things!" Em shouted.

  Her scream was annoying and sharp!

  Four heard the scream, stood up, and tried to run away, but before she had a chance, Em caught her by her long hair and pulled her toward herself.

  Four was shorter in height.

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  Em wrapped her hands around Four's neck. Four seemed terrified and fell to her knees, scared of Em's cyan eyes. Em didn't let her go, leaning downwards while still keeping her hands around Four's neck.

  She wanted to choke her to death, but for some reason, didn't want to end this quickly. She could play with her body, just as they had done to the person. Em had prevented herself from touching the person's body, however, this bad one in her hand hadn't held back.

  "Please!" Em heard the first word from Four's mouth. She felt superior hearing her weak voice.

  "I am begging you," Four said.

  Em wouldn't listen. Her mind ordered her to kill, and she obeyed. Instinctively, she happened to know how to kill. Her monster body gave out the information required for this.

  Em pushed her hand through Four's head, as if trying to walk through a wall. Four's body disappeared as Em pushed her hand forward. The dust scattered on the carpet floor, and the clothing Four wore dropped on the dust.

  Em just lowered her hands to her sides, lowered her head, and sighed. Then she chuckled. She felt nothing.

  "I just killed," she chuckled more, "and feel nothing."

  The dust on the carpet glowed and interested Em. Em suddenly jumped onto her knees among the piles of dust and started to shovel them into her mouth like there was no tomorrow.

  It took a few minutes to devour all the dust.

  After the gluttony, Em stood up and looked around. There was nothing but silence.

  If there were a witness, what would Em do?

  "I would devour her dust!" Em said.

  This indicated that the cover of killing only bad people had vanished.

  The taste of the dust swirled in her mouth. The saliva made the taste denser. It tasted like a vanilla wafer to her tongue. She resembled the taste to those wafers she used to eat as a human.

  Those wafers were her favorite. Thus, her current appetite increased.

  "I need more!" Em said.

  She started to jump up and down. The thought of finding and catching the rest of the murderers exhilarated her.

  As she jumped up with her foot off the floor, she wished to fall through the ground. Instead of her feet hitting the floor, she began to fall downwards.

  She fell through until she reached the ceiling of the basement. There, she came out of the surface of the ceiling. She crawled across it to the wall, then kept crawling down to the floor. On the floor, she remained in the crawling position, then started to look around.

  Suddenly, a voice shouted, "What was that!?"

  It was a trembling voice. Em's instinct indicated that the voice belonged to One, the first person of the murderers who had occurred in her mind.

  "I have a gun!" One yelled.

  Em studied her surroundings. There were many boxes, and she was behind a pile of them, unseen. A light bulb lit the place dimly. Em liked this place.

  Em crawled along the boxes, approaching One slowly.

  "I must have lost my mind," One said aloud. "The person, yes, that person was a witch. And I just saw a ghost."

  Em was listening to One. Then she stood up and looked through the boxes, still unseen. She peeked through a small opening between the boxes and could see One.

  One was sitting at a table at the center of the basement, rubbing her head. Her elbows were on the table, and an alcoholic beverage was next to her. Three broken glasses were across the table, fallen apart. Em paid attention to some books near them.

  "Holy books," Em whispered.

  According to those books, Em had become a sinner, ready to be thrown right to the bottom of hell. Therefore, they didn't appeal to her anymore.

  "Finish this!" One got up from her chair and pulled out her gun. She pointed it around, turning around. "I saw you show yourself."

  Em walked from behind the boxes, around them, and kept moving toward the table. She was walking with a dragging gait, trying to seem scary.

  This weird walking style seemed to have scared One, because as she saw Em, she stepped backwards until her back touched the wall.

  Both of her hands were holding up the pistol.