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Today's performance turned out to be too exhausting. Immediately after the show ended, Mila headed to the dressing room. She needed to change quickly, run to a convenience store to buy some kind of food, and rush home. "Alex probably won't go to bed until I get back," the girl sighed, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "I should probably brush my hair," she chuckled, but then her attention was caught by a newspaper lying on her vanity. The very first page reported a nighttime incident. A crazed maniac had killed Father Glen. "What a pity... He was such a kind man... How many times he calmed me down, supported me... I hope the culprit is found"...