I had a chance, once, to play the good girl.

I could've kept my mouth shut and stayed out of the line of fire. Had I done that, more people might've been hurt. So, I came forward and subsequently, I lost everything I'd ever loved.

I lost my family.

I lost my home.

I lost my identity.

I lost ... them.

But now they're back. At least, I think they are. I can feel their eyes watching my every movement, stalking me. They aren't here to threaten me or to hurt me. They're here to protect me. To watch over me. Because to them, I'm everything they desire.

I am their love.

I am their hate.

I am their infatuation.

Their sweet possession.

How long can they stand to stay in the shadows when a new danger threatens to tear us apart again?