Every family has a story to tell. And I guess my family's story revolves around the killer and I. But why me? Why us? Why are you after me? Why am I bound to die in your hands? Who are you? Why will you kill me? But before you can kill me, I'd have to turn the table and unmask you first. - L.

I met this man at the back of my head. In the land where roses bloom during winter. In the land where the ocean and the dessert would meet. In the land where reality becomes unclear. In the land where ghosts of the past live. In the land of my dreams. He was tall. He had jet black hair. He had small deep brown eyes. He had long eyelashes. And everything else were blurry. - K.