In the heart of a bustling city, Criminal Profiler Kyle Caine is thrust into a chilling investigation when a string of murders bears an eerie connection to a girl named Lily Rose.
Later Kyle and Lily find themselves on a dangerous collision course...
I woke up the next day, took a quick shower and saw the date and day as I got dressed to get my morning coffee. It's Friday! My eyes widened, it's Friday again. I no longer had the will to go and get my coffee. Hell, I don't even want to step out at all because the dread is creeping on me, I'm thinking that I'll find a letter again. He has been sending me a letter each Friday for the past three months, which is the timeline he claims he saw me for the first time and fell in love with me. It's going to be the first letter of this month and I don't know what will be waiting in it for me.
I went out taking the letter from the mail with me, tucking it in my jeans pocket and headed towards the coffee shop. I'll read it while waiting for my coffee again because it feels a bit safer to be surrounded by people while reading them instead of reading it alone.
I know people can get killed because of me but I just can't keep staying indoors I feel suicidal when I do that so after a while, I decided I shall go out at least once a day so I started getting a bit of walk using coffee as a sham. I kept myself shut inside my house during the first two and a half weeks when it all started and I wanted to die everyday but I didn't because those who choose death are cowards and I won't die without killing the person who made my life a living hell.
I won't die before him I'll keep living for me for the happy Lily I used to be for my family and my best friend Sofi for everyone who would suffer if I choose death. I'd rather suffer instead of them and keep on living.
I ordered my coffee and sat down in my corner seat as I took out the letter. Number 13 is written on it in a big bold golden ink signifying it's the 13th letter. I opened the letter-
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I was zoned out reading the letter, thinking he must be looking at me as I'm reading it right now. Thinking why am I even reading this? Thinking how I can catch him. Thinking could he be a poet or a writer because he always writes such beautiful things. Thinking who could he be. Thinking...
I heard my name called out for the coffee. I placed the letter back in my pocket and stood up to get my coffee. I returned to my seat and started sipping my coffee thinking about my stalker's identity.
I saw Kalib, this time he wasn't alone he had a large man beside him and they were coming towards me.
The man beside Kalib looked larger than the life itself. He's tall, easily around 200cms or maybe even more. White clean shoes without even a speck of dust, black informal jeans clinging onto his thicks thighs not helping my thoughts straying to the sinnest things I can imagine.
Stop Lily! Stop checking him out if you don't want him killed too. I was able to hear my voice screaming at me from the back of my mind to stop checking him out, but I wasn't able to, it was like I was in a stance, hypnotized, my eyes were working on their own checking him out, wandering all over his body.
