Chanaka Praveen

The Post-Heat Murderer Imprisoned by the Shackles of Love. Content Warning.

Prologue It was a dense, dark night. The street lamps on the deserted, cobblestone paths flickered dimly. From a distance, the sounds of the factories that were still awake moaned like a low wail. The wind, arriving in waves like a screaming army, swallowed that moaning sound entirely.