Planned All Along

White moonlight fell across the flower bed.

The petals of the white tulips trembled faintly in the air.

A faint fragrance filled the air, lending the whole scene an air of mystery.

She lay among the flowers in a red dress, her hair brushing across her cheek in the breeze.

The expression on her face added a sinister edge to the mysterious atmosphere...

A red gash circled her entire neck, then had been painstakingly sewn shut, stitch by stitch.

Like a worn-out doll someone had repaired, only to throw it away in the end.

Her eyes were open, but there were no eyeballs in them, just two pitch-black abysses.

Her hands were clenched tightly, as if she were holding something important.

Her open mouth seemed to have once cried out in despair...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.