Life has always been a game. I put on an act and wear a mask to hide my deepest desires. But what happens when my mask slips, and I fall in love with my inner darkness? My first kill was an accident—not an accident really, but self-defense more like. The second time I killed was truly an accident. The all-consuming need to feel that rush again, took over me when the opportunity presented itself. My third kill was given to me like a gift; the only thing missing was a bow. Someone’s been watching me, a secret admirer. Instead of leaving me with flowers, they left me photos, a weapon,…