She Who Chooses, Always _____.

Prologue

So you've come. I knew it would happen. You'd click on this, click on me, click on my story. You probably come across me by shear chance, coincidence, or fate of you believe in that. And now you're reading this utter madness.
Well stop.
Leave now because this is a story you're not ready to hear. This isn't a story ready to be told, by all accounts.
But you know. There's me.
We're both still sat, still continuing on with every word.
So you want to know? Don't blame me for what happened next.
Maybe.
But even then, perhaps it will be too early.