My girlfriend dead, murdered, lying in the gutter at my feet. Police could be here any minute. Time to leave. No way will they believe that I just got here, not while they think I killed my previous girlfriend. I’m innocent. Of both. Not that even my own family believe that. It couldn’t be proven in court but that didn’t convince anyone, especially not the psychopathic criminals I had to go to for help along the way.
This is not going to be a good day. Unless… unless I can be luckier second time around. Time to go on the offensive. Time to find out who is making my life a living hell and killing the women I love.