They thought they killed me, but how pathetically wrong they were. Now I'm back, and I want blood. Foster. The misogynistic, arrogant little boy who needs to be in control just to feel powerful. The boy who landed the finishing blow and sent me spiraling beneath the water. Collin. The boy afraid of his own shadow. His proud persona is nothing but a mask, always on the brink of slipping and revealing the true monster underneath. He's a blind follower—a coward, who still hasn't found his own voice, and I'm going to enjoy breaking him. Hunter. The one who can't take accountability for anything he does. It's always someone else's fault, and he can do no wrong. Hunter was the one who broke me in the end. He degraded me, made me feel weak, hurt me. But that girl is long gone, and now...I'm ready to play. Myles. The one who started this all. A born psychopath wrapped in a god's body. Myles takes what he wants and never feels remorse. Lucky for me, it's not remorse I'm after. They're going to bleed like I bled. They're going to hurt like I hurt. They're going to beg like I begged. And when I'm done, I might just let them live.