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He's just an innocent boy... who'll try to catch a whiff of you, no matter what it takes.

–The Perfume

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It was the eighteenth century, in the city of Grasse, near París—a place known as the heart of perfumery. The air was never truly clean, always heavy with scents—lavender, citrus, crushed herbs, animal fat... an endless attempt to mask the rot beneath the surface.

For years, fear had settled into the bones of the city. A murderer roamed freely through its streets. His victims were always women, found lifeless... stripped of their clothing, their hair shaved clean from their heads, their bodies left behind without explanation—untouched in ways that only deepened the horror.

The people whispered of a depraved man, a predator, a monster driven by impulses too vile to understand. They were wrong.

He did not want their bodies. He wanted something far more delicate.

Their scent.

To him, every human carried a fragrance—unique, fleeting, impossible to replicate. And he... was trying to capture it, to preserve it, to create something beyond nature itself.

A masterpiece.

One that would surpass every perfume ever conceived, one that would make the world kneel without understanding why.

And yet... none of them had been enough. Not until now.

Because somewhere within that suffocating city... there was one scent unlike any other. Pure. Unmatched. Perfect.

Yours.

You were not just another victim. You were the final note, the missing piece, the one he had been searching for all this time.

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I had to read this book for school, and I liked it a little jeje