As I sit, trying desperatly to drown myself in dreams, I remeber how all this shit started. I was so naive back then, before I met the latius for the first time. I thought I was some hot shot journalist. I was a junkie, my cocaine my cases, my lines layering the newspaper articles. I'd never expected anything as big as the bloody bathroom incident to hit our little seaside town: I spent my days reporting on the political climate or, if it was an exciting week, an event or festival. That changed when the police found the crimson innards of a school lavatory. No bodies, no finger prints, no witnesses: Only that sanguine splattered stall. That didn't change the fact that a girl was missing. But it wasn't just the way the blood bathed the walls, it was the artistic integrity which supposed killer had constructed his crime scene. Thousands of symbols wreathed the walls. Hearts and cluttered confessions, damask declarations of love. "I want to slice open your skin and slide into your warm body," still fucking haunts me to this day. At the time, however, this was the best thing that could've happened to me; I was at a dead end journalist job and this case could catapult me up with the greats. I started investigating, speaking to students as they swarmed out of school, trying to find a motive, a reason for this bloodshed. Revenge maybe? Nothing came up, it was only on the first day of school after all, people where only just starting to get to know each other. To add on to this, the police seemed wary in their investigation: to paraphrase, they where doing fuck all. Which is when I saw him, the boy named Hana, walking out of the front entrance: I thought I'd found my murderer. He was the only one who'd known the missing girl prior to the disappearance, they where childhood friends or some shit. I thought he was my suspect, I wanted him to be my killer. The thing is, I shouldn't've been looking at Hana. I should have been looking 10 feet behind him, because slowly walking behind the Hana was a girl with two twinkling eyes.