Prolog

The world is a game of games. If you're not good at playing, You will be played. When playing we need confidence if you are not good at convincing and impressing people with your intelligence. Confuse them with your stupidity, until they feel they have won.

As it is now, in silence fresh blood runs down a woman's forehead. Pain spread all over her body, soft glass shards stuck to her smooth white skin, and the car cabin was shattered in front of him.

The glass that originally served as a protector from danger now backfired injuring her body. With a blur of vision, she saw her lover covered in blood in the driver's seat. She was surprised to find the man's head stuck in the steering wheel. She heart was beating so hard, her body had goosebumps and pain at the sight of blood. Her body became stiff and difficult to move. With a blurry vision, the woman looked at her lover's lips which smiled faintly.

"Is this our death?" she asked softly to her lover. She really cursed her fate.

Someone came to them, “May you rest in hell. Dee...”

The woman's eyes darkened completely after hearing those words.