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The scent of blood permeates the air. It is so thick that my senses are clouded. Dear God, what beast did this? All I can smell is blood. Before me is the old abandoned mansion of the neighborhood. After much observation, I have noticed that no one goes near it. It is as if they can sense what is within. As if, they too, can smell the decay and the evil that has taken residence within the once beautiful mansion. In my heart, I wonder if the creature within was once beautiful. I wonder if it once had intelligent thoughts. If it once wished for something more than a fresh kill in its hands. If it once had been as human as the girl that is now

Prologue From the first moment I laid eyes on him, I knew I was going to murder him. And I wished it to be a particularly bloody death. While the statement could be called prophetic, I was certain of this only because I knew myself. He regarded me with skepticism as I entered his shop, making him more astute than most, and the wiser tended to meet a swifter demise than even my normal playthings. Still, I ignored the short, Asian man as he tracked my progress, knitting my hands behind my back and allowing my eyes to scan from one shelf to the next. Each piece – from the short swords to the eclectic collection of daggers – was a mas