*KAEL*

I hate surprises. From the on start of my life, I have always hated surprises. Birthday surprises? My mother made sure there was nothing like that after I went into a full panic mode the first day she had organized one for me. My gifts were never even wrapped because I hated wanting to know what was wrapped inside.

The scent.

Fuck! Why did I never think to that level? Why did I not piece two and two together way before now? Maybe I would have stopped the deaths, maybe I would have± Fuck.

It's late when I get back — Carla's home precisely. I find my way into...