PROLOGUE
Hi Readers,
Thank you for stopping by my story. This novel is a journey into the darkest corners of obsession, fear, and the human mind. It’s not just about a killer... it’s about what happens when desire turns into madness.
Your reads, comments, and theories mean everything. Let’s dive into this nightmare together... you and me, one page at a time.
They call him a monster. He calls himself an artist. Eyes are his canvas, fear is his brush. Every chapter you step into will take you closer to his masterpiece. But beware... he’s always watching.
Are you ready to see through his eyes?
In the stillness of night, he moves like a prayer unanswered, a phantom obsessed with what others take for granted... the eyes. Each victim is left hollow, sockets carved with devotion, as if he worships the stolen gaze more than the soul it once held. He preserves the real eyes in glass jars, trophies glistening in the dark, while a cold crystal eye is placed near the corpse like a mocking signature. To the city, he is a nightmare without a face. To himself, he is an artist perfecting his masterpiece, one pair of eyes at a time. The question remains... can the city shield itself from his devotion, or will the police catch him before his ritual births a catastrophe too horrific to imagine?
