Prologue Harmonia

Evil isn't something that you can absorb from the surroundings. It is already there, inside you. A part of you that you don't know exists until it prowls to the surface and consumes you as a whole.

I woke up this morning thinking that today might be different. I might not have to face the humiliation.

The indignity.

The ignominy.

The mortification.

But yet, here I am. Hiding from the press and the media who have been all over me like blood hounds since that night. Sucking every ounce of dignity and self-respect left in me.

I don't want the past to define me.

But the guilt and remorse fills me every time I try to pick up the pieces of my shattered existence. My conscience pulls me back to the dark fog that suffocates the life out of me. I don't know where to start. Or even whether to start or just end all of this chaos once and for all.

I struggle with my own self while the rest of the world is trying to bring me down to ashes with all their might.

It doesn't matter anymore what they think or do because the only person that matters isn't there by my side when I need him the most. He just bailed on me while everyone else was planning to reduce me to nothing.