You were seated on the sofa, watching the news broadcast on television. You increased the volume while the screen displayed a deceased woman with fractured bones and a face that was barely recognizable.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you saw the woman's name flash on the TV screen.

"Anya Lenoir."

You read the name out loud. The poor victim happened to be the spouse of Daniel Lenoir, the wealthy businessman in your nation.

"I have to be careful when I go out; it's scary." You said while glancing sideways at the man seated in a chair next to you. You got to your feet and walked over to him.

"Right? Mr. Lenoir?" You asked with a cunning grin while directing your gaze downward towards the man who was tied up on a chair, or should we say,

Your ex-fiancée who cheated on you with your best friend.