• Blood splattered the cold white walls, giving the pristine and unmarked barriers an unpleasant crimson colored pattern. The smell of hatred filled the small room, making the cold ambience even colder. And the body of a despised sister lied down on the floor; her eyes stared emotionlessly blank into space—lifeless.

    Raven held tight onto her gun as she stared back to her sister's corpse's deceased eyes. A bullet had gone through Dawn's temples and it ended everything in a blink of an eye. The younger girl knew she had murdered her own sister. Not that she ever admitted Dawn was one, or that she ever loved her.

    Nothing was in Raven's mind, except for the thought if she would ever see him again... the man she desired. A phantasm delusion he was—so radiantly captivating and devilishly handsome. Was this towering desire really substantial that she would do anything to end her agony?