Author's Note

Prequel to TFOS

It all started when I became the leader of the rebels. Me going to prison was just a break. A much needed break.

A prison breakout.
A spy.
A tracker.
And a game of cat and mouse.

"I may or may not win this fight but the war is already mine."

"And what makes you so sure?"

"You don't want to know my dear. Though you should."

Most of them call me a monster. A black ink spilled on a white paper. But seldom know that even though the ink will dry or be wiped away, it's mark will never go.

She is the mark. And I am the ink.

「Let the spy do it's work.」

Please do not read it. It's incomplete. I will-hopefully-complete it in a year...