Aria was just 7 years old when she first witnessed a murder.

It was on the day of her cousin's 8th birthday. A small gathering was conducted in the backyard of their house. Aria who lived in another town, visited him with a big present in her small arms, barely holding it totally, her father supported her to carry it.

But in the end, it just fell down on the floor before they enter the house. Although the present wasn't anything breakable, still Aria sobbed due to her failure of holding it.

“You don't have to worry about it. That's why you shouldn't be stubborn and just let me carry it.” He scolded.

Her sobs turned into big tears falling through her cheeks. Her father held his head in regret for scolding her more when she was already sobbing. “Oh god..” He thought.

“So crocodiles do cry?” Aria's tears immediately stopped when she heard that tauntful voice. And here arrives his cousin grinning from the front door, dressed formally in a suit, with a rose attached in the side of his coat. “I look like a gentleman but my visitors aren't gentle at all.” He continued with his mockery.

Is he referring to me? His father thought as...