Lucky No. 7

>I woke up in the hospital and my husband said we had a serial killer. >"Don't be afraid, dear, the murderer has been arrested." He held my hand, his eyes as gentle as before. >As the only survivor, I lost the most critical 48 hours of memory. >The police confirmed his statement and the case file was 300 pages thick. >Everyone advised me to feel at ease, except for the homeless man who always appeared under my window. >He mouthed to me every time: "Run away." >Last night, I found a photo in my husband's suit pocket—— >The back reads: "Last Survivor, Target No. 7." >The front of the photo shows my sleeping profile.