Prologue :
I tap my foot to the sound of the violin playing beautifully in sync with the other instruments. A melody that could be heard from far away. Something so beautiful, but deadly as ever.
The violin stops playing. Then gunshots. People pushing and screaming; running towards the exit. They don't make it.
Two-thousand people died that day, innocent or not. Killed in cold blood.
A mass murder that will forever be remembered by the 'Orchestra of Death.' Only one survivor to tell the tale, Rose Layla Winter, thirteen years old. Till this day, fifteen years later, not even the most eligible detectives could find the murderers. Even Jason Benny, the most notorious one out there.
The case is still open, but there's so little evidence. No footprints, no trace of the murder weapon(s). Zilch, only a suspect and a note with a rose on it that states these exact words;
Roses in Winter
Are almost as beautiful
The suspect? The last standing witness, of course.
I was sent to an institute at the ripe age of fourteen, an institute for the crazies.
Let me introduce myself, I'm Rose Layla Winter. I may have not been crazy before, but I'm insane now.
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Roses in Winter
Mystery / ThrillerRose Winters Only fourteen, but seen as the most evilest child alive Sent to an institute for the crazies Fifteen years later; she escapes. Now she's insane, ready to kill anyone in her path To find the one who framed her Rose Winters
