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Desperation is a word that takes up all the pages in Sam's dictionary. She is lost in her own world and in her own mind. She sits down in front of a blank page on the screen and thinks about her mistakes, every day of her life. She cannot do otherwise. Time passes by and she likes to look out the window. Time for her is futile. It is useless. She disregards everything fictitious, everything that the human being made. Time being one. Everything that has been done by an imperfect being is imperfect, by logic, and she regards herself as flawless. Zero Anno Domini. The fruit that doomed Adam. Perfect and dangerous. She clicks her tongue and looks over to the figure sitting in corner, reading his book and sipping on his whiskey, with his feet on the table, well aware that Sam hates it. He loves to do what she hates. Marco is the embodiment of all her mistakes. He's alive only when Sam looks at him, and she does, every second of her life. Sam is doomed to have Marco by her side, a demon of the past, there to haunt and taunt her forever, until she is so exhausted that she ends her life. Someone wants her dead for her actions. But why? And who? A great mistake in her past made her the person she is today. A mistake which will cost her lives. Maybe even her own. If only she did not have the power to trap people in her words, maybe she would have never gotten in this situation. And now she is trying to trap Marco. Will she succeed? Samantha would go through Hell to make it happen ... literally.