Me, a Serial Killer?!

The girl is around twenty-five or twenty-six, with thick black hair like seaweed. Her face is oval, her eyes are shut, and a knife is buried in her chest. Her white dress is stained crimson with blood...

I sat, chilled to the bone, in the armchair in front of the television. What played on the screen was footage I had filmed.

The strange thing was, I knew nothing about any of it...

It all began when I awoke from a coma that had lasted a whole year...