It’s easy to walk the edge of fate when you’re eighteen. It’s easy to fall in love, easy to hate. But it isn’t easy to understand that when a maniac is breathing down your back, you need to be at least a little more careful. Evil very rarely comes into our lives openly. More often, it hides behind a mask. But whose?
A random acquaintance? A close friend? A lover?
And sometimes it takes years to tear off that mask…