+hellion-in-heels
He'd always loved conspiracies. Ever since he was a child, he'd always formulated theories of his own. It was a childhood passion that soon waned as he began to work as a journalist; one who checked facts rather than operated on assumptions. And yet there's this one thing, one important thing, that had awakened the theorist in him again.
She's everywhere.
Charles stared at the woman's face. She was beautiful, yes, but that wasn't why he was looking. It's because it's the fifth time he'd seen her. Four times on the telly and one time here. And in all of those cases, there was somebody dying. It's a car accident this time.
He was sure it was her. She had a face that one cannot simply forget. Why did she appear whenever somebody was dying? A shudder ran down Charles' spine, and he let out a shaky breath.
He had to know. He had to ask her.
"Bit upsetting, all these accidents, don't you think?" He had seamlessly taken his place beside the woman.
