The inspiration for this story actually came from when I was a freshman in high school. We were doing a unit on forensics and were told to choose three pieces of evidence, draw up a crime scene, and tell what happened. I choose a feather, a bag of sugar, and a bone, and improvised the following story.

There was a man who's family had a history of mental illnesses. This man was obsessed with becoming the world's best baker, and would often put meats into cupcakes, using only what he hunted, and having a trophy room in which he kept a memento of every animal he had tried to keep track of it all. One day, after exhausting his options, he turned to another choice, people. He killed a man, and hid the body in a batch of cupcakes, grinding most of the bones up as well.

Now, I thought nothing of this as I told it, and it wasn't until later I realized it had left an impression on my classmates. As a prank I brought in a batch of pink cupcakes with red icing. (Don't worry, they were normal except for the color) some time later, I was talking to my freinds about it, and they suggested I write a book based off the story. So I did, and here it is.

Also, fun fact, I was nicknamed Cupcake after the prank. And that's the story of why I wrote this book.