My name is Zahan Ahmad and I'm a lawyer. Like everybody has a first love, so did I. I loved her so much. People say life is never perfect, but mine was. It was indeed perfect until the day a cold shiver ran up my spine when I saw her dead. She was no longer alive; she had left. Not only my life but also the world. She was murdered, forever gone. She was a victim without a culprit. And all she left behind was her deceased body blotched with her own blood, the floor flooded with cold, thick blood and red-stained walls.

YES! I am valiant enough to tell you my story. But are you to hear?