Your Last Nightmare

After Jason, I made myself a promise: no more bad boys.
Heart-pick up the pieces and switch to survival mode.
School. Work. Silence.

But the universe doesn't care about promises.

It didn't give me another bad boy.
It gave me someone who knows how bad boys are made.

A guy with criminology textbooks and a gaze that scans you like a crime scene.

But this story isn't really about him.

It's about a city that's turned into hunting grounds.

First, one murder.
Then another.
Each one staged like part of a carefully written script.

And now I read that script at night like a prayer-
trying to guess which page will have my name on it.