Immorality

It was not the deceit that I was bothered by but instead the lies and the injustice through false preach and practice of a rule considered golden. I in turn vowed vengeance upon the lass that felt wise and sly in the breaking of said rule and set forth to derive a plan, the plan a lesson that would teach so deep as to chill the blood; ensuring the rule never to be broken again and allowing for its return to golden. The plan was drawn slowly and carefully like the execution of such plan will be. Creating multiple roads for investigation all with dead ends, false starts and sharp surprise; all the while carefully through time, inch by overlapping inch in stealth towards climax. False clues for fun with hints of no relevance, never ever shall I stray from what will be done. Day bled into day and so forth finds me fine tuning from evil edge to beautiful core what is already I am sure a masterpiece of plans. Early stages of watching and documenting habits as well as the habitats and lives of those listed, hundreds of random keys tried in locks, finding fits. Alas! Ten keys too turn, ten doors open at will, silent will.