Prologue

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A Decade Earlier

Cynthia

Crimson. Thick. Metallic. Warm. Sticky.

It is amazing how having the right vocabulary can give you millions of words to describe something. Those are just a few words that come to mind to describe blood.

We have so much of it in our body yet not even half of it seems to be leaking out of this squirrel. I cannot seem to look away. It is a powerful feeling, murder.

I always thought that I was the hunter and not the prey. How quickly that seemed to not be the case though.

If I knew then in the mere hours before I vanished, then perhaps I would have made some different choices.

Also, maybe not.

I do believe that everyone involved got exactly what they deserved...

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