She wears pink, speaks softly, and never forgets to smile. Everyone calls her perfect - polite, pretty, and pure. But perfection has a price... and she's been paying it in blood. Behind every pastel bow lies a mind unraveling - delicate, deranged, and dangerously calm. She kills quietly, cleans neatly, and cries prettily after. Because good girls don't lose control. They just hide the evidence better. In a world that loves soft girls, she's the one you should never underestimate. After all, who would ever suspect the sweetest girl in the room?

Between your world and mine, between your blood and mine-love still found us, only to tear us apart.