Megan had a weapon. It was quite handy, sometimes.. Not a physical weapon, as some of you may be thinking, but perhaps, a one that hit you where you didn't expect to be. It found the most vulnerable part of you. Whistling when it flew through the air, the weapon sang true and struck with deadly precision. All hoped someone would come to show Megan her rightful place. This is the story of Megan, and the boy who came. To show her how exactly hurt others were, but would he push her further than her boundaries and limits, damaging her soul in a irrevocable way?