Iris Chronicles: Lone
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Iris had always found solace in the ordinary. Her days were painted with the laughter of her loving boyfriend, a stark contrast to the chilly silence that filled her home. While her family wrapped themselves in layers of cold indifference, Iris wrapped herself in dreams of a brighter future, choosing to ignore the emotional frost that lingered around her. But peace is often a fragile illusion. As autumn leaves began to fall, a shadow crept into their small town-a serial killer with a sinister obsession. Whispers of the "Redhead Butcher" sent chills down spines, his ruthless hunt targeting those with fiery locks. It was a twisted game of fate, and Iris found herself caught in the crosshairs. The first victim was discovered just days later, a haunting reminder of the fragile line between safety and terror. As fear gripped the community, Iris's vibrant auburn hair, once a source of pride, now felt like a neon sign marking her for death. With each sunrise, she could sense the tightening noose of danger, the thrill of life overshadowed by an impending doom. As her boyfriend's comforting presence transformed into an uneasy shield, Iris was thrust into a frantic race against time. With the killer lurking in the shadows, she was forced to confront the family she had long ignored and uncover the truths they had hidden. In a world where love and fear intertwined, Iris realized that the fight for her life would reveal not just the darkness of a killer, but the hidden depths of her own resilience.
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i drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the key, so this butterfly lived a short life, killed with fear, and a very sharp knife. -b.g [lower case intended.]