Prologue

The child replied with the same silence as before, leaving the woman to clear her throat and continued as if nothing. "So, shall we start with your name?"

"Amariah Casanova" Was her only reply.

Amariah never was an ordinary girl. She never lived out a normal life, simply assuming to be average and ignoring all classic tell tale signs that something was indeed wrong with her. She always knew they were following her. Though she didn't know why and who they were, they were always there, from as far back as she could remember.

After the death of her sister, they had quieted down, but now, they were coming back, and Amariah feared they planned on being bolder than before. This time, they would get what they had come for.