How does it feel to kill someone and bathe in the pool filled with their blood?
How does it feel to breathe while you are dead as a corpse?
But you have to bear with each murder you do….because that’s the most important thing for a Killer.
For a criminal…
A killer is born to live between the voices that echo…
The faces that haunt…The nightmares that lurk and the memories that burn.
I cannot live… I cannot die.
I sow and they reap.
I slit and they bled.
I kill and they pay…
There is nothing but one thing keeping me alive till then.
I will let them know that they did not do the right thing by killing her.
Their recapitulation will be their admonitory.
I will become their nightmare which will char their memories.
They killed her.
I will kill them.
He came in Bloody Greeks just when I needed him the most.
He became my demons, I became his salvation.
We both became each other’s souls to take revenge from those who mysteriously took millions life in hell.
But at the most important time, he betrayed me.
I suffered in hell due to him.
Was love even possible between these two beings?
The answer to the question lies in the novel.
A villain is just a victim whose story hasn’t been told. Beware the power of the dark side.
Our tale starts from here.
Mr. Detective & Ms. Criminal.