Prologue

Detectives.

A single word used to describe a job where people think it's just about finding clues and linking them together on a cool wooden board with red strings. In a dark, soggy, cold room.

Which is the furthest thing from the truth.

You see… things you won’t normally see in a lifetime.

A gruesome scene. Blood gushing out—like some twisted version of a chocolate river from Willy Wonka—from what you used to call your neighbor.

Yeah, you get paid well and all, with special perks including… therapy.

But what good does it do when those images are burned into your head, haunting you over and over and over until you can’t take it anymore and end up just like them?

Sometimes you solve a year-long case…
and sometimes it’s followed by something worse.

Like a weird, obsessive stalker.

Someone you used to call your “love.”

What?

Oh… sorry. Didn’t realize we’re still in the prologue.

Hi, I’m Yuuki, and this is a web-novel about me and my experiences with stalking, violence, and whatever I decide is appropriate to share online for whoever wants to read it.

Note: All of this is based on real events experienced by myself.
Any characters or situations that may resemble real-life events are purely coincidental.