1 PROLOGUE

This world is a strange place gentleman,

It demands you to be secretive and yet it hates you for being the same

If you open up to the realities that exist, it only shuns itself further

The world is a strange place, the more I try to understand it, the less I do.

"The more try to understand this, the lesser i do"

The thought kept ringing in my head. How can someone pull off the perfect crime and get away with it?

I was really astonished at how much this person had thought, and how much of detail he put in his plan. It was perfect. For the first time, I stood clueless. Not knowing what to do next.

Years of experience and I finally hit rock bottom. Not a lead, Not a clue. Just a poet that is too mute, laying dead on the floor.