Blood Love

{To my sweet bookworm, Sophia.

There are things that must be lived more intensely, more truly, like a friendship, a journey, a discovery, a love.

There are people who spend their lives following paths already traveled just for the comfort of not having to choose, but why?

Adventuring, pioneering a non-existent trail and experiencing an intense adventure is more fun and enjoyable.

So why live the comfort of an easy path when, even if you end up in failure, you will have a story to tell.

Life is a story that must be written and told with intense feelings, so when the time comes, you will have left your mark on the world, even if it is small.

By the time you're reading this, I must be somewhere in the North Pole, fishing with a penguin and an Eskimo, and all I must be thinking about is how I wish you were here with me.

From your eternal adventurous lover, Laila.}

Sophia folded up the letter with a happy smile on her lips and removed her glasses from the front of her cheerful eyes.

Laila's letters always arrived from somewhere she hadn't expected, the last time it came from Patagonia, where the adventurer named a set of red mountains the "Avant Garde" and it has been that way for a year.

"Letter from your boyfriend?"

Sophia put her glasses back on and looked at where her voice was coming from, finding her co-worker, Renan.

Renan was a short, spiky-haired young man, who had always taken a peculiar interest in Sophia's life and while she never pushed him away, he continued his approach day after day.

Sophia looked around and the bookstore was relatively empty at that time of mid-afternoon and it was almost time for her break, so she smiled at Renan. "Would you like to have lunch with me? There's a lovely garden nearby."

In a secluded garden park in Tokyo, Sophia, a beautiful woman with brown curly hair and green eyes, was writing a letter, sitting at a black marble table.

{To my eternal adventurous lover, Laila.

My love, I couldn't agree more with what you said in the last letter, life is truly something fascinating and exciting, full of surprises and unforgettable encounters.

Mine was you.

Today I had lunch with Renan, that co-worker I told you about in the other letter. He was a good companion at the time, but nothing that could satisfy my longing for you.

I really wanted to be there with you and go fishing in an hole on the ice with an Eskimo and a penguin like you said, but we know I could never stand the cold and I would just spoil the pleasure of your adventure with unnecessary worries, so I want you have a lot of fun for me and for yourself.

Even though I miss you so much, as I know that our destinies once again met, I prefer you to do what you want to do without worrying about a thing.

However, I still want you to know how much I miss you. I miss your smell, your smile, your looks, your touch and not least, your taste. Please don't make this adventure a trip of a lifetime, I don't know if I could bear to live this long without you.

Ah! I managed to buy that weird thing you asked for. How does it work? I see that your dubious tastes in things haven't changed at all.

Anyway, send me the address where I should ship it, I don't know if it would arrive in one piece at the North Pole.

With all the love of your bookworm, Sophia.

PS: Today I'm wearing your favorite perfume, I hope the scent will be transferred to the letter.}

In an igloo somewhere in the North Pole, Laila smelled the letter that had some red stains there and here and smiled at the smell of violets and iron.

"Hehe... Do you know who this letter is from?" Laila asked with a smile to the man in the corner of the igloo with a terrified look in his eyes. "Guess who, guess who!?"

The terrified man grunted at Laila and thrashed on the floor, trying to free himself from the ropes that tied him surprisingly tight as the beautiful woman circled him with a cleaver in her hand.

It wasn't a fancy job, let alone a clean job, but it always got a great result. Furthermore, she was very happy to receive the letter from her beloved and her good mood was mirrored in her art.

In the no longer noisy igloo, Laila found herself lost in memories of the past, when Sophia and she were simply beautiful, popular, and dreamy teenagers at school, how they played with each other and fell in love amidst new discoveries.

Laila smiled kindly and wiped away the red splatters that stained her cheeks with the sleeve of the white coat she wore.

After a few touches and knots, her beautiful red and white sculpture was finished, something she'd hoped to last for eternity in that frozen place as a token of his love for Sophia.

"Ah! I have to write where I'm going now. I can't wait for when that comes and for her next letter."

Sophia was sitting on the sofa in the living room when the evening news broke.

This was one of the most anticipated moments for her, because it was when she could have news of Laila's work that always left a message for her in her art.

On the Greenland border, during a pursuit of the serial killer, "Sculptor", the police found a bloodstained igloo.

Inside it was found a corpse twisted into the shape of a giant heart. Interpol thinks the next country the "Sculptor" will go to is Russia, but that's just speculation as the criminal doesn't follow a pattern.

Even after a year of investigation, since the first victims in Greece, not even a suspect has been found for this series of crimes.

Will "Sculptor" not become another Zodiac or Jack the Ripper?

And in Japan, the "Succubus" attacks again after two years without action.

The authorities think she is still in the country and ask for help from the population to find her, and advise men in their twenties to thirties to be careful when approaching a woman at parties, where it is most likely the assassin's "hunting ground."

We have two dangerous criminals on the loose and none of them have any sign of being arrested anytime soon... Where will the world end up like this?

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