PREFACE

I've always been thinking about how I would die—though, of course, naturally, I'd have reason enough in the last few months of my life—but even then, I've never exactly imagined it to be something nearly like this.

What I've always imagined by death would be like was full of macabre. A rusty cuspidate piercing my body, dark red blood gushing out of me, my eyeballs turning into deathly alabaster. And then I would fall into a world of perpetual darkness, consumed by the shadows of my disgusting past and my broken future. The last I would see would be my very own brother, bloodied with crazed corruption, staring at me with a crooked smile on his face. Surely, that would be a very interesting concept when it came to death, being killed by the one you have loved since forever.

I growled, holding my angered breaths in, and stared at the luminous eyes of the hunter. He looked at me back, smiling salaciously almost, an eerily familiar object clutched tightly in his left hand. In the other hand, my prized hair ribbon, covered in a shade of maroon.

Surely, people would prefer this method of dying—quickly, painless—over the thought of dying through slow, torturous methods. I am not one of those people. I knew that if I had not moved from Russia to here, in one of the sunniest places on earth, then I would be able to have been killed by my beloved brother, painfully, exquisitely, perfectly. But, as annoyed as I was, I couldn't bring myself to move at all, paralyzed in place, glaring at the face of empathetic death in the eyes coldly.

The hunter smirked in an anxious way as he hastily trudged over to… kiss me. Then kill me quickly after he gets a few gropes and a bit of fluctuating fun time. But, most definitely, yes, kiss me.