Prolugue
Iris Calder
This isn't supposed to happen..
Why did things turn out like this?
All eyes are on me. Including his.
Those deep, dangerous eyes that never look away from the start, not even the slightest.
It was supposed to stay fiction! A novel that I put my last hope on making it big and famous after years of failure, yet things turn for the worse! Everything is wrong!
That story is famous for all the wrong reasons! They are reading it not because they love my work but out of fear that takes a deep root in them. The terror of becoming the next target.
'Is she the killer?'
'She must be'
'It's her fault for the lost of innocent life!'
'Murderer'
Those people blame me for the crime I cannot control! Is it really my fault? All I did just write my story for anyone to read and loved not to be use as a blue print for murder!
He read it. Followed. and Executed.
Why did he do that?
For validation? Attention?
Or perhaps..
For ME
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Yet, through this anger.. something else stirs within my heart: a quite, undeniable excitement.
