It was tragedy that gave Alice what she wanted.
A cruel, merciless kind of tragedy.
Her family, the ones she had cherished so dearly, were slaughtered in their own home, the murderer leaving nothing behind but ash and silence. No footprints, no witnesses, not even the faintest trace of their work. Only the ruin remained.
And the ruin did not stop with her.
In the days that followed, more houses burned. More families were torn apart. Screams filled the nights, but the world remained blind to the killer's identity, powerless to defend itself.
