Fics like you'd be paranoid too (if everyone was out to get you)

They call her a monster - at least, that's what the 4 o'clock news says when another murder victim is found. And maybe they're right, but they're far from understanding, and even farther from catching her. For Yang, its all about the bait, the battle, the games. It's boring when the police are far behind so she gets reckless for the thrill, and attracts the attention of the one person that can give her the game she's been seeking this whole time; Blake, a notorious private investigator who's only objective in life is to chase - whether it be criminals or not - has finally found her perfect target. Maybe they're insane, and perfect for each other in their own crazy, gruesome way. The exhilaration, the smell of fresh blood, the thud of a knife that plants itself in the wood of the door an inch beside your head. Its the final game, one that will only end when one of them is dead.

Fics like you'd be paranoid too (if everyone was out to get you)

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