PROLOGUE

  The world deadened.

  Everything dimmed even as the sun rose, mere shades of greyscale haze. All sounds grew muffled—even the blaring police sirens and the overlapping voices of strangers.

  The flashes of red and blue blended together as they filtered through the living room windows.

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  A lone girl, dark-haired and pale, stood at the edges of blood seeping into the living room floors and the golden yellow carpet. The girl’s blush-pink eyes reflected the image of two entwined bodies: hands tied together, prone, and soaked in crimson.

  The dull sunlight cast shadows across her face, obscuring her blank expression with ebbing waves of darkness.

  You must understand.

  In that moment, I was born.