Prologue
I am always here. I am always watching you. You'll never hear me coming, never know I'm there. And there's nothing you can do to change that fact.
Patterns.
Subtle, unnoticeable to most. Something observed only by those, deemed observable. Patterns can be obvious, but most go unseen. Such as being followed. Tailed. Chased, hunted like prey.
Where she came from, no one batted an eye when someone went missing.
That's just how the city operated. People close their eyes, and no one rebels against the natural order of things. Except for one seemingly intelligent pink-headed girl who just couldn't keep her mouth shut and eyes down. As observant, as prepared she thought she was, her parents couldn't have prepared her enough to be face to face with the ones in control. To be under the intense scrutiny of people who took pleasure in ripping people like Sakura apart.
Her time was ticking.
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