⚠️ CONTENT WARNING
This story is not suitable for underage readers, sensitive readers, or those seeking light romance. There are no heroes. No clean justice. Only revenge, blood, and the destruction of humanity.
[PROLOGUE]
Humans have always misunderstood psychopaths.
They think psychopaths rage.
Scream.
Delight in hearing others beg.
But true psychopaths work in silence.
Neat.
Precise.
Without emotion.
Lilith washed her hands in the small sink of her apartment, letting the water run longer than necessary. The dark red color slowly peeled away from her skin, swirling down the drain like memories that never truly disappear.
She counted.
One.
Two.
Three.
Not to calm herself.
She didn't need that.
The metallic stench still clung to the air. Not the smell of fresh blood, but blood that had already lost its warmth. Blood that knew its owner would never wake again.
In the corner of the room, a black plastic bag lay still. Its contents did not move. Did not breathe. No longer had a name.
Lilith removed her large glasses and placed them on the table. Her reflection in the mirror changed. The awkward, forgettable girl vanished, replaced by empty eyes that did not beg, did not regret.
She did not enjoy what she had just done.
She needed it.
Because every drop of blood spilled tonight was an answer.
For a home destroyed.
For screams that were never saved.
For her family, slaughtered like laboratory animals.
The Hale family did not kill with kitchen knives.
They killed with procedures.
With operating tables.
With professional smiles.
They harvested organs, closed the wounds, then went home for dinner.
Lilith sealed the plastic bag carefully, as if what lay inside were still human. An old habit that had not completely died.
She was not born a monster.
She was forced to grow into one.
Tomorrow morning, Lilith would return to being the quiet girl on campus. Messy hair. Slouched shoulders. A voice barely audible.
And among that crowd, there was one person she wanted to observe more closely.
Raven Hale.
The son of the family that destroyed her life.
A psychopath who did not yet realize he was being hunted.
Lilith smiled faintly—not a happy smile, not a satisfied one.
It was the smile of someone who knew: the game had just begun.
And this time,
there would be no quick deaths.
There would be no mercy.
Because Lilith does not want them to die.
She wants them to feel.