Cube.

❝There is no truth which is entirely true. ❞

Evander Ambrose Hale.

Despite his mature name, a nineteen-year-old, whose previous therapists all committed suicide and no one knew why, their notes just had three words on them, scribbled in a hurry or too dark as though it physically hurt them to write.

I am sorry.

With three scribbled words they were all gone but he wasn't arrested, there was no proof he killed anyone but every therapist that attended to him ended up dead. Next would most probably be Nova unless she's a step ahead of him. Only then can she live to tell the tale, after all, what you sow, shall you reap.

*Short story*
*Suicidal themes*
*Not edited, and posted on a dare*