DEDICATION

Warning: This is a serial killer romance. There's some serious fucked-up shit here and is not recommended for readers who are not a fan of dark romance.

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When two serial killers crossed paths...

I am the Reaper and I'm proud at what I do. I rid this world of rapists and vile men who wouldn't take no for an answer. I hate all men until I crossed paths with someone whom I fell.

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I am the Painter. I turned ugliness to beauty. Filth to art. I am meticulous and careful. I follow my routine strictly and I do not feel. Well, until I met her and felt something that's quite similar to adrenaline.