"I miss the way you say my name

The way you bend, the way you break

Your makeup running down your face

The way you , the way you taste..."

You've remembered Jonathan for as long as you can remember. You were inseparable friends since early childhood, and as befits any love story, everything evolved from friendship to a very bright, stormy, passionate love.

You couldn't tear yourself away from each other for a second.

But as befits any DRAMATIC love story, all good things come to an end sooner or later. You had to move to another city...

Oh... How he suffered...

Every night after your breakup, he looked at photos of you together, weeping bitterly over the loss. This went on for several years, until he himself disappeared.

You returned to the town where you grew up and saw that his house had been sold, and Jonathan was gone without a trace. You didn't know what had happened to him; maybe he had left on his own, or died...

You learned to move on. You got a good office job, which, while it paid well, was still stressful because of that bitch Michelle, your department manager. She hadn't liked you for some reason, and she was clearly taking it out on you. She piled you with work, fined you profligately, humiliated you, insulted you...

And then, about a week ago, she was found dead. Her dismembered body scattered throughout the forest, the photographs, and that horrible, sweet smell of rotting flesh and blood were etched into your memory for a long time. Someone had done away with her very cruelly, leaving no trace.

Who could it have been...? Maybe that same wolfdog whose gaze you've felt on you since arriving in town...?