PROLOGUE

There's a party held somewhere in the Western side of Europe. What makes the event so remarkable is the fact that it's operated by the world-famous opera singer, Tonio. The orchestra slaps their bow and move in a staccato to match the rhythm of the conductor; well-known chefs' stand in the kitchen preparing food you wouldn't be able to taste anywhere in the world; the men stand drinking the same vodka while the women skip around, waiting to be pampered by their peers.

There's a man standing in the middle of the party hall quietly observing the crowd as he quietly hums a small tune. He quietly waited until the hour grew late and the people became tipsy.

And finally, the time came.

Tonio, who had a bit too much vodka, made his way up the stairs as if he had an important business to attend. No one seemed to care or notice a man quietly following the host from behind with a small pistol in hand. Not one soul noticed the two men enter the empty restroom and only one man come back out alive. It didn't take long for a drunken guest to enter and find the room coated with blood. When the police arrived and went to check the security cameras to find the killer, no one knew for sure when the cameras were either malfunctioned or blocked.


Before I publish chapter one, I have to warn you something. This story doesn't exactly have a specific...plan. I'm just going to build the story as I go. Even though I have no idea what will happen next, I hope you will enjoy the story. :)