It's just a theory, but I'm sure I'm cursed. In every other way, I'm a completely normal, ordinary girl. There's just one thing. Every time I get close to someone, they go crazy and try to kill me.
It's happened more times than I care to count. And whenever I think I've found a new safe haven, violence always smashes through it. I've come to accept that there is nowhere safe on earth. Because it's me. It's my curse.
I've been doing okay lately. I even have a normal job - I'm night receptionist at Revelations, the most exclusive, isolated and top-secret hotel resort in the entire world. Only the richest people can afford to stay here, and they're more interested in themselves than they are in me. It's beautiful. I feel safe here.
Until last night, when I had a vivid dream about an angel and a demon. It felt so real, it unsettled me. The angel was the most heartbreakingly handsome thing I've ever seen in my entire life.