Soul Hunter

One peculiarly cold fall night, screams could be heard all the way from the Rosewood Villa. When the police arrived, her parents' bodies laid dead on the living floor, covered in blood with three large slashes across their torsos. A scream permanently frozen on their faces.

Where was Clemira? Sitting on the luxurious white leather couch without a drop of blood anywhere on her and her face completely emotionless. As the police covered the bodies and detectives searched for evidence, she sat as still as a statue, absentmindedly rubbing a thumb over the black stone on her ring that attached to her black lace cuff bracelet that had another black stone in its center.

The investigators never found any evidence to even suspect she was their killer.

She lived alone in the large house since then. Most people avoided her, except for a few. The only people who knew she would never harm them were Elliot Clay and Rae Atkins. They were the only ones who knew the truth about her. The girl they used to call the Kindergarten Assasin. The girl the Underworld now called the Reaper.