PROLOGUE
She never comes looking for you. But when you wonder into her silence, death wall comes you like an old friend.
Tonight, the silence was defeaning do woman on the floor twitched once—then stilled. Her mouth was still open, caught mid-prayer or maybe mid-curse. The blood had already pooled beneath her head, dark and quiet like it knew not to spill too loudly.
She watched from the shadows, her breathing steady, her face unreadable.
She hadn't raised her voice.
Hadn't lifted a single weapon.
Just a whisper here
A missing pill there
A slow unravling, gentle enough to be mistaken for coincidence.
Some call it revenge
She called its balance.
After all, no one want the serpent not to bite. So why should she have warned the woman who ruined her life. Behind her, the clock ticked— loud now, intrusive.
A new day was coming, and with it the beginning of a story no one would believe
Because monsters don't look like her.
They smile
They serve tea
They sit in church pews and kiss babies on the cheek
But when the mask slips...
Hell takes notes.
