Prologue

Guilty. Guilty.

The only light in the room flickered. Soft whimpering sliced through the thick silence that loomed. The police officer maintained his stern gaze on her, almost hissing in irritation as he watched her pathetic display. A part of him believed her act to be a prank.

"Young lady, you can start from the beginning," he voiced impatiently. "And this better not be a prank."

"I swear it's not!" She bawled, her first words since she turned herself in. Her eyes, smeared with tears, screamed terror. The police officer didn't realise when he adjusted himself on his chair to feel comfortable. She couldn't have turned herself in if it was a prank.

"Well then, say it goddammit!" The loud bang of his fists against the table that separated them startled her off her seat.

"Okay, okay, I-I'll talk," she stammered and took a deep breath. "At first, it all started as a silly game. We were having fun, fantasizing about those we wanted dead, and how we'd do it... I swear it was all a joke until--"

"Until what?" The officer at the other end of the room asked. The lights flickered again. Her expression remained stoic as the tears continued to stream down.

"Until they started dying for real!"