SERLEINA VAN RAINSFELD AND THE SKIN OF A KILLER

PREFACE- HAHA, I MEAN, PROLOGUE!

Thinking about dying is GREAT! I do it ALL THE TIME! I'm not sure how this particular death fantasy turned out so... stupid... but bear with me as I recount this tale.

I was having a staring contest with some guy. Usually I win those, but he had an intense stare, like a stalker or something. That's obvious: He was definitely a stalker. And not the good kind.

If I'd never gone to Chopsticks, I probably would have remained the Staring Contest Champion of my own little world, but it's not like there was much to regret. After all, it's possible that this was all just a dream.

I screamed out my favorite battle cry and charged my opponent as he sauntered forward to kill me.

Nice try, loser.