| Author: | Fredrick S. dela Cruz | ISBN: | 9781310896217 |
| Publisher: | Fredrick S. dela Cruz | Publication: | November 8, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Fredrick S. dela Cruz |
| ISBN: | 9781310896217 |
| Publisher: | Fredrick S. dela Cruz |
| Publication: | November 8, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
The whole sky is glistening light green and everyone just accepts it.
Including me.
But what’s their excuse? Mine is that five years ago my wife and little boy died in a car accident. Everything changed after that. Since then, I only cared about drinking my days and nights away.
Seven weeks ago, the first of the five murders begin. The victims are all bled dry, and they all have a strange symbol tattooed on their wrists: a circle within a circle.
Soon after, my world is tossed up again. This mysterious guy forces me to play his "epic" game - to play his game of killing. Otherwise, he’ll take the lives of even more people.
I wanna escape, but I have no choice – I can’t just let them die.
What’s my name? Drogan. But I don't know if that's right anymore. Because something is burning a symbol on my wrist – a circle within a circle. The same one that’s on the victims. Strangely, something tells me it’s my new name.
I don’t know how it’s happening. But I gotta do something fast.
Because the body count just keeps rising.
And my girlfriend is next.
The whole sky is glistening light green and everyone just accepts it.
Including me.
But what’s their excuse? Mine is that five years ago my wife and little boy died in a car accident. Everything changed after that. Since then, I only cared about drinking my days and nights away.
Seven weeks ago, the first of the five murders begin. The victims are all bled dry, and they all have a strange symbol tattooed on their wrists: a circle within a circle.
Soon after, my world is tossed up again. This mysterious guy forces me to play his "epic" game - to play his game of killing. Otherwise, he’ll take the lives of even more people.
I wanna escape, but I have no choice – I can’t just let them die.
What’s my name? Drogan. But I don't know if that's right anymore. Because something is burning a symbol on my wrist – a circle within a circle. The same one that’s on the victims. Strangely, something tells me it’s my new name.
I don’t know how it’s happening. But I gotta do something fast.
Because the body count just keeps rising.
And my girlfriend is next.
