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.
"Your favorite color."
"Hmm." Davon let out as he leaned in towards her. He inspected Scarlet's cold eyes with full concentration, and after a few seconds, he finally responded when he moved away from her.
"Auburn."
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Scarlet.
She was a nightmare brought to life. A horror story to be told around campfires. A beast used to scare children if they didn't go to bed on time. The name alone struck fear into the most bravest of men or women. At the age of just 27, she had grown to be the most fatal assassin to walk the face of the Earth, and no one even knew what she looked like.
Scarlet purposely left harmless traces behind with every kill, which served as a reminder to everyone that she still lurked in the shadows.
But on one occasion, a dark-haired man with even darker eyes left a trace on her heart.
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