prologue

It was the year 1932 , also known to many as 'The Dirty Thirties'. Sat in a cold interrogation room with only a single table and log book in sight , being interviewed by the authorities. The feeling of judgement and guilt arising above any other emotion in my feeble mind. That is what it should have gone down like, that very morning. To any other like minded criminal that is how it would of happened...but to me? well, you see...im not just your common criminal...haha, oh no..im a confidence woman.

6th July 1930

'I went out again today, he doesn't suspect a thing.'

Let me start from the beginning, I met Yua Takahashi in the early 1920's. We spent many great days together, going to horse races and eating in luxurious restaurants all over japan, oh how love changed the both of us...and soon enough we had gotten married.

oh how delighted i was, i was finally going to settle down with the love of my life and even, if I was lucky, have children. Or that's what I seemed to imagine...you see, my dear Yua had failed to mention a very key detail before I had spoke those vows to him. Something he assumed I would just go along with...he was a con artist and the sad thing is he was also deadly right...and that is how my life became to never be the same.