There are many things you should know about me. Most I won’t dare tell you; trust me, it’s better not to know. What I can tell you is this: One: I have a twin who forced me to spread lies for her. Terrible, awful lies that will set us both free. Two: I have a stalker who is hunting me, and I like it. I’ll tell you a secret; I want him to catch me. I want to see the face of the man whose hands have haunted my dreams and plagued my nightmares. Of course, we don’t always get what we want, so I have resorted to provoking him in hopes he will step out of the shadows. Three: All I ever wanted was to run away. To be a nobody, a normal, average human. Four: I’m not normal. Not because I’m a liar who is attracted to her stalker. Those facts are the least alarming things you’ll discover about me. My father genetically engineered my twin and me to outclass the average Joe. My life revolved around perfection until my twin had different plans—to burn his secret society to the ground. Five: I'm a liar. Does that make you question the integrity of everything I've just revealed?