Red Complex

Prologue

The red string of fate was merely folklore. It tells of an old man who could tie a person's whole life to another with the use of an invisible red string. It is a story romantic elders would tell the children to help them sleep at night and create a hopeful perception about life and love.

The string of fate is red yet it is invisible to human eyes, only the gods could see them. But life has its mysteries and somehow a human was born to have a set of eyes, able to see the red strings of fate.

Heart was only twelve years old when she realized this. Red strings of fate would wave and tangle themselves all over her neighborhood. As a child, it was the most terrifying thing, thought she had gone crazy because no one else could see them. But everything was made clear after a weekend visit to the library. Heart found the legend fascinating and had convinced herself her eyes were a gift from the old man himself.

She decided to use her ability to help fated pairs find their way to each other, and it was good. When she entered university, she had launched a blog dedicated to helping these hopeless romantics. For three years, her blog has been a hit and readers would always express their gratitude through heartfelt comments and sometimes, gifts.

Well, all readers except one.

The reader's handle was moonshot143 the anti-fan, the basher, that tenacious thorn on the rose stem that is Heart's blog. In every entry, moonshot143 would always be the first one to leave a comment, dragging Heart's work through the mud. If it was constructive, Heart would surely respond in kind and be open to their concerns but they were simply mean and unnecessarily vulgar. Fortunately, she kept her true identity. As long as the anonymous user wouldn't know who she is, she'd be okay.

But during the blog's third anniversary something peculiar happened.

Heart was finishing an entry when suddenly the windows of her room banged into the walls and startled her off her chair. A gush of cold air went through and somehow switched off the lights like they were candles. Her room has gone dark but she could see a tall figure in a dark red coat enter her room. Heart wanted to shout and call for help but the figure was fast to knock her out. When she woke up, she found the tall figure who turned out to be a man, with her computer, trying to delete her blog.