The Day I Confess Is the Day I Die

[Don't expect to find reason in the mind of a mad author] When a man falls in love with her, death and enslavement begin. * At first, all it took was an opportunity to offer help. She lay weakly on the ground. The crowd ignored her, trampling over her, then spitting twice as if they'd tripped over something unlucky. Like a butterfly with drenched wings, fallen into a puddle, the man pushed through the crowd and lifted her up in the middle of the road. At that moment, he ignored the crowd's strange behavior. They weren't spitting in contempt at her. They simply couldn't see her. Then the offer of help turned into something else. She seemed able to see through the desires people hid beneath their outward appearances, and to tease them with ease. When the man could no longer hold back and finally reached out to claim her, she looked at him innocently. "Even if you helped me, you can't cross that line." That line? Which line? The man didn't realize that his eyes were bloodshot, veined with red, or that his face was twisted with rage. He shouted the words every victim would: "Just stay by my side, and I'll give you everything!" At that very moment, a fruit filled with raw desire and mad love finished growing and began to give off an alluring fragrance. Wiping away her drool, she reached into the man's chest, plucked out the Fruit of Love and Desire, and swallowed it whole. Then she glided into the night, never to return. In the end, all the victims who fell in love with that woman lost the ability to feel happiness. All that remained was their frenzied pursuit and longing for her. * No one knew what that woman looked like. The case had remained unsolved for years. You Fu, a rising star at the police academy, opened the case files his father had brought home. He saw the apartment building where all the victims had lived, but before he could get a good look, his stepsister called him to dinner. Wait, did he have a sister? His gaze wavered for a moment, then focused again. He must have been a fool. How could he not have a sister? His sister's eyes sparkled as she listened to him recount his exploits for the thousandth time without ever getting bored. How could he have forgotten such an adorable sister? With a soft thud, the case files fell shut again. In the darkness, a many-legged centipede trampled over wood shavings with a rustle, while a venomous snake lay in wait, concealed, its forked tongue flicking with a hiss. Theme: A story steeped in love, yet without love