FOUR YEARS LATER...

ATHENS, GREECE

If only she could be a food.

Food didn't lie. Food smelled good when it was edible. Food smelled bad when it was rotten. If only everyone could be food, maybe she wouldn't be so confused. Somewhere in the room, Doc Simon Corba continued to talk in a pompous-sounding voice. The thin-haired, bespectacled man had appointed himself as her guardian since her grandmother had died, and everyone in the estate as well as the lawyers hadn't questioned it. Or atleast everyone except her.

" Are you listening to me, Ms. Rewis? " - Doc Simon, wrestled with irritation and infatuation as he gazed at his future wife.

Whose profile was turned towards the expansive windows. Kathryn Ice meant 'beautiful' in their language, and the Rewis heiress was indeed the embodiment of physical pefection. Her long, shiny hair was like ebony silk, providing a mesmerizing contrast against her skin, which was an unusual ivory shade when most Greek girls had sun-kissed complexions. Tall, slim, and long- legged, Kathryn Ice also had an equally perfect figure, the kind that any dress would end up flattering. 'Perfect', Doc Simon thought, and if his plans would proceed without fail, this goddess and all her money would be his. Straightening, he walked towards Kathryn, and in what he hope was a hard.

" I asked you a question, Ms. Rewis. " - Simon, authoritative voice.

Kathryn slowly turned towards him, and her large, violet, all seeing eyes focused on his face. Doc Simon could feel himself flushing under the girl's gaze. It was as if she knew exactly what he was planning. Which was rubbish, the doctor told himself. He had been exceptionally careful, and never once had he slipped in the presence of Kristina Rewis when she was still alive. No one knew that he had unintenionally learned the truth while listening to the old woman's maudling ramblings whe she was under the power of heavy sedatives. From there, it had been ludicrously easy to confirm the facts. Although all files about Kathryn's past and her medical history had been destroyed, people's memories remained, and those memories could always be bought. Doc Simon grimaced at the thought of how much he had paid for those memories. 'Half of his life savings blown away, but he had to think of it as an investment he could recoup, the doctor comforted himself. When his gaze returned to Kathryn Ice, the 18 year old girl.

" No. " - Kathy, said in an exquisite lilting voice.

" No, what? " - Doc Simon was confused having forgotten what he had asked.

Her violet eyes unblinking and steady on his face.

" No, I wasn't listening to you. I don't like listening to foolish talk. " - Kathryn Ice, clearly. Her voice took on a patient note.

" I told you that already, didn't I, Dr. Corba? " - Kathy

" Y-You musn't speak to me that way. " - Doc Simon, could feel himself flushing at the heiress words. He managed to bluster even though he was more humiliated than furious.

There was just something about the way Kathryn Ice Rewis looked and talked that made one feel like he was facing an angel. A real angel, one that hadn't sinned and never would, how could anyone lie to an angel?

The heiress head inclined to a side, a puzzled look on her face.

" In what way, Doc Simon? " - Kathy

'She really was mad', Doc Simon told himself. She had no sense of propriety, no sense of right and wrong. If he didn't do his duty by intervening, she could be completely out of touch with reality and maybe even end up killing herself or someone else. Ultimately, he would be doing Kathryn Ice and a world the great favor by taking her under his wings. The thought made the doctor unconciously puff his chest out and condescencion turn his voice oily when he said.

" Never mind that. " - Doc Simon, smiled at Kathryn

" Even though your grandmother has unfortunately departed this world, I want you to know you are not completely alone." - Doc Simon, added.

Kathryn's violet eyes blinked once.

" How can I be alone when I have entire staff with me, Doc Simon? " - Kathy

" I don't mean just physical companionship, Ms. Rewis. I meant that will Kristina Rewis gone, who will be there to take care of you?" - Doc Simon, has pause before sliding the first knife into her back, saying.

" The staff is paid to cater to your needs, but they don't love you. " - Doc Simon, word was calculated to poison, the way only people born with the capacity to be treacherous could.

" I hope you didn't fool yourself into thinking they have gradually come to care for you just because of the years you've spent together? " - Doc Simon, added.