[BEFORE U READ]; The contents within this book can be deemed as highly triggering, viewer discretion is highly advised. Mature audiences only. The glare of the glistening moonlight shines through Vincete's rugged apartment window; he approaches the window. Examining the outside city, ''.. broken windows, .. graffiti, .. stolen vehicles..'', He'd mumble as he gazed out the cracked glass. The faded guides on the road, the paint job on the corner store VESCO, where Vincete worked. Peeling so much so that it resembled the artwork of a three-year-old girl who got her hands on scissors and made what looked like a multitude of long jagged, rigged lines, cut up so they could hang limply. Taking in one last look at the depressing scenery, he indolently made his way over to the living room. Almost ragdoll-like, Vincete plopped himself out on the couch, he reached for the remote and switched to the news. ''The bodies of two missing girls, sixteen-year-old Asia Ramirez and nineteen-year-old Marylou Campbell were found mutilated and inhumanely dismembered inside an oil -..''. He'd cut the television off. ''It's everywhere..'' he phrased in an unusual manner. ''What to do.. what to do.. '', he rambled on, fidgeting his thumbs. Sweat began to drip down his face, ''it's okay my love.. we're okay..'', he grasped the cold, rotting, flesh of his once lover. The pelt of his partner, ''I love you.'' He'd say, eyes buldging at the skin. ''I'll wear you.. and cherish you. I'll take care of you, my dearest.''