Esperanza's pov

Maybe, the killer is innocent. Who knows?...he might be avenging his mother's death or something like that. I really am dreading about future events.

I wish that my idea works. They say there is a superior power that helps all the creatures in this world. I am confident to say that I am one of them. So he will help me.

With these thoughts, I picked up the pen that is on the floor and opened my clenched fist where the beautiful paper is there.

I tried to smoothen the paper which was crumpled due to my clenching.

As the paper was nearly soft, I took a deep breath.

Ok! You can do it!

Hi! I wrote pathetically. Can't believe I said "hi "to the killer.

Idiotic.

I wrote the following in that paper:

Hi! You are sorry? Well, you should be. Look, I am very d-decent. That is why I am asking instead of doing any stupid kinds of stuff. Since you are murdering people here, I m-mean you might find this place comfortable or something. So, shall I leave this place? It is for your own good. You don't have to kill me, I will simply leave without causing many dramas. Again, it is for your own good. I don't want to disturb your private affairs.
Your's obediently,
Esper

With the paper that I tore from my book, I wrapped it.

I took a transparent adhesive tape and scissors from my nearby draw and went to my hall.

I went to the place, the exact same place where the murders took place.

I kneeled near that place and traced that particular spot with my trembling fingers.

Gulping down the saliva, I started sellotaping the paper to the tiles. I made sure they are pasted well by placing my hands on top of them making sure they are taped well.

I got up and dusted off the unseen dirt on my pants.

I looked at my hands and thought to myself, You might be the first hands to write a letter to a killer. You should be proud. Tomorrow, I might not have you in my body. So, it is better to be grateful now. Thanks for being attached to my body for a long time and I love you.

I don't know how the killer will take this. Why do I have to do this? Is it worth it?

If I get my freedom, then yes. If I am going to die, the no.

Well, Esper, don't worry. I don't care whether he reads it or not. My primal instinct is to survive but my heart's desire is to live.

I have already done the deed so no more worrying. It might be my last day on this planet.

The cherry on top, it is my weekend for the next two days. I will be here, in this mansion for two consecutive days. Can my story get any better?

The least I could have done was replying him after the weekend. But, of course, I have to play my role satisfactorily like an idiot.

In this small town, I was always considered as a freak. More specifically, a person who brings death. So everybody here fears me. But I like to tell myself that they don't fear me rather they find me amusing.

Only the family of the victims know that their family member is dead. Because this serial killer has never been in any of the headlines. Only their family mourned for it.

I still remember, when the second death happened. I told the boys mum that his son is dead. She slapped me and asked me to never step on to her home.

Actually, I was there to get justice for her son. To help her and to find solace in each other.

Next, I went to the police. They took the case and went to the home to collect the corpse.

They came back and told me that there was no dead body in my home and top of it all his mother accused me of a freak.

That is how my complaint paper went into the trash and that is exactly how I became as the freak of the town.

I know this killer is an intelligent arse.

Later, that lady came to me and cried that his son went missing and blah.blah.blah.

Believing that I have a good heart, I decided to help her and went to the police again.

He was halfway to take our complaint but a phone call crushed it all. That is when I came to know, he is not only intelligent but also has freaking power.

Want to know what happened next?

That lady died.

In my mansion.

Accompanied by an iris.

Now I lost all my hope on the police. I only wrote the letter, because the killer could have killed me the last time itself. So, there may be a chance that he wouldn't kill me now.

With these thoughts, I went out.

I hugged myself and started my routine. I kept on walking. Oh! I didn't mention it, I love walking. With the chill wind tickling my face, the trees around me dancing for its music, I smiled to myself and enjoyed the embrace of nature.

Before I know, I was in front of the cafe I love. I entered inside inviting the bell sounds around the cafe and loving the caffeine smell. I went and took the place near the glass window.

This is the only time I could be happy without any care in this world. I don't know why. This specific routine has always made me come out of my stress. I like what I see and smell here.

Since it is morning, I saw only a few friends around here, chatting away merrily. That brought a smile on my face and I displayed it without any hesitation.

I looked outside through the glass and sighed in content.

This spot is allowed only for me. No one, I mean no one sits in this place or in this table. Thanks to me-being-the-freak thing. No one disturbed me. I can do whatever I want and can leave whenever I want.

There is only one waiter who has the guts to take my order and get paid.

When Shawn started conversing with me, many guys tried to hit on me. But now, where are they?

Let me guess, scared!

I hate them! I hate them all! I hate the entire male species! I screamed inside my skull.

My order arrived and I didn't wait to taste this no-words-to-describe delicious coffee. I had my coffee and paid for the coffee.

I took my leave from the cafe and started walking back to my home. While walking, I was half dancing and humming a song. My eyes were closed enjoying it completely and I stretched my hands to take that all in. I tilted my face upwards and let the sunrises to fall on my face-

" what the fuck!" Someone murmured absolutely enraged.

I opened my eyes and looked down to see a dude with his ass on the floor.

"Hey, let me help you." I extended my hand towards him and suddenly remembered who I am. With my hands, half extended I contemplated on helping him.

But he grabbed my hands rather firmly and tried to get up but failed miserably.

That is when I noticed some gel-like substance in the ground.

Now I know why he gripped my hands firmly.

I helped him up.

He stood up but half hugging me.

I looked up at him to see his blue eyes staring straight at me. His form looks rather intimidating.

His lips curved with half-smirk and a half-smile. It is really contagious that I couldn't help but smile in return.

He moved close and bent his neck to match my height.

His lips touched my ear and heard him whisper huskily

"Your perfume is enchanting." With that, he took a deep whiff of me and chuckled.

His chuckle and his breath met my ears.

I let my hands trace his limbs to his shoulder and pushed him lightly

" I didn't wear any perfume."

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