A bitter past, accepted of blood on her hands made her fear the consequences. Not until she buried his body in a coffin her dog used to have, digging up her dog and putting him next to her own father's lying dead and cold body. All her life, of all the sanity, was drained. It drove her to a murderer, and of course murdering the girl sleeping with him, she had to cut them into bits, and she did exactly what she thought, gruesome. But of course, it was for her sakes whether she liked it or not. It had helped her very much of all the stress lowering down her shoulders and the paranoid girl she had been, he abused her and took other women to sank his sorrow, but he never noticed hers. They were now dead, and she had soon realized her mistake. The beginning of an act that would kill all. suspicion and distrust are tearing the human beings apart. If they don't uncover the traitor soon. They will all die.