Chapter 6

On Helena's birthday, I received an invitation too.

I was sitting in a dim cab, rushing to the hotel where the party was being held. The radio was playing the news:

"A serial killer remains at large in our city. Please exercise caution when traveling, and avoid going out alone."

It was Helena's eighteenth birthday, so Pierre threw her a massive party. Even the local media was broadcasting it live.

I spent six months of my savings to buy her an elegant hair clip, hoping she'd like it.

"Why aren't you here yet? Helena’s party is about to start."

"I know you’re usually jealous of Helena, but don't ruin her night, okay?"

Pierre actually called me, but it was only to snap at me.

A wave of hurt washed over me. Pierre had completely forgotten that today was my birthday, too.

"No, the traffic is terrible... I've been waiting for a cab for half an—"

"Stop making excuses. If you're late, don't ever bother coming back to this house."

In the background, I heard Helena's sweet voice calling his name.

Pierre hung up impatiently.

It was completely dark. Looking at the traffic, I realized I’d never make it on time.

I paid the driver and got out. If I ran, I might still make it.

I dashed out and started running. Halfway there, I heard a whimpering kitten in the bushes. It had a broken leg.

I slowed down, tore a piece of fabric from my jacket, and gently bandaged its leg.

As soon as I finished, I looked up. A man’s face, twisted in a creepy smile, loomed over me.

The next second, everything went black.