Fate has done it now.

“May I speak to her?”

A dreadfully familiar voice spoke, words directed to the man sitting right beside you at the empty and vacant table. You look up at the man, eyes pleading him to stay and not stray away from your quivering figure—but your silent pleas fell onto deaf ears as the man nodded carelessly and walked off, leaving the two of you alone—the what was once perfect lovebirds.

Banda Sunato, an infamous serial killer in Japan who was charged guilty for killing four women and was sentenced to death afterwards—and also happens to be your perfect now ex-husband after you signed and filed down those divorced papers after finding out the gruesome truth beneath your ex-husband’s sweet exterior.

You were left to mourn alone in the very same house you two shared, forced to suffer endless days and nights with everything reminding you of him—everything that reeked of his musky yet addicting scent. Everywhere you look, you recall the man you trusted, placed your faith in—only to find out he went purge behind your back whenever he was away.

You thought you’d never see the man again, only being able to see his pale and beautiful face inside a coffin before his burial—yet here he was, your ex-husband, looking better than ever like he hadn’t committed a single crime nor sin, like the pure angel he looks like.

Was it just your horrible luck? Or was fate and God messing with you on purpose as a consequence for all the wrong doings you have committed in your current lifetime?