My front

There is that one song from the 80s about a woman with revolver eyes. The man in it describes how he fell in love with a woman with just one look from her. 

She has the killing gaze, he said.

She shot first, he said.

And with that single shot, he was doomed. Quite a poetic way to describe what could just be called love at first sight. 

I am not particularly fond of music especially when it belongs to what people would describe as normal – albeit old – songs. I am not even fond of poetry either. In fact, I was never able to finish a single poetry book because just the thought of reading one would trigger an instant sigh.

However, I did admit that poetry could be good. Maybe. At the very least, it made me reflect on how twisted I truly was.

The name is Dawn Riftwalker. Sixteen. First-year student at Eve's Anathema and back from her very first day of school.

It seems I met a girl with revolver eyes.

But I shot first. Literally.