Tori Robertson lived a good life, pretty simple she might say. Everything was good until she crossed paths with one Erich Blunt. "Just let me go" I pleaded as he held me by my wrist. "If you leave I don't ever want to see your fucking face again" he spat, I could see the anger in his eyes but behind that I saw hope. Which I didn't have. IMPORTANT!: in this story the trials over the murders don't exists. Rather then that everything is the same.