The killer left the heart next to the body. This wasn't some random act of violence. This was a ritual. A page of text written with a typewriter. Someone's been watching us. How do you run from an idea? From a story that lives in your head? I need to escape this nightmare. Wakes this story will change reality around us. Why are we written into this story? I brought you the heart witch. Show me the terror. Show me the terror! Every eye, trouble life! I can't find the way back home. Since I found out that this was a bit old.