**_PROLOGUE-:

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I rummage through the old boxes in the old car with my, _was secretary, _now wife.

I groan as I straighten up from squatting over a box, my legs never recovered from my past.

I look around, a sticky note written on one of the boxes that I dug up from the dustiest corner of the big trunk, catching my eyes.

I reach for it, pulling it in front of me.

_Grunt_.

I peel off the s...

Mason lunges at me. His white hair red, stained with Sophie’s blood. My heart hammering against my chest.

I roll aside, grunting as I land on the cold hard floor, my shirt riding up.

Fuck, where is xaden?!

Mason stands up slowly, breathing heavily. It’s reassuring in some ways to know that im not the only one that’s panting. The smoke fills the air.

_“You know…we’re a lot more alike than you...

The breeze making the bright lights jingle

Lights that add a life to our streets.

People and citizens left to mingle,

Staring up at their tangled meets

Lights are tangled to the children’s kites

Bulbs of fire, beauty to our dark seams

Less to fight when the beauty is with the beast

Children awe at these mystical wonders of the night

Couples giggle under ‘em lights

Streetlights aren’t only of...

She stared at her hands that betrayed her. Her heartbeat was thundering as she was thrown in the police car.

Her hands that made her criminal record prominent. The criminal record that forbid her from going to a normal job. Took her to the horror of the FKP _(“FUN KIDS PARADE”) _organisation.

Little did she know that she was only going into the horrors of someone’s twisted games of bla...