FETTERS
SHACKLES CHAPTER 1

Someone was staring at the incision in his arm that he had just incised, he was relieved by all the pain that spread throughout his arm. Then he washed the wound with the cold water he ignored the pain, he closed his eyes like he was enjoying the pain it seemed like he was used to all the pain.

Silly is not a sane person who wants to hurt himself to bleed blood like that. Before coming out of the bathroom he stared at his reflection in the mirror smiling at a glance, the smile looked scary he wrapped his wound with plaster and wore a long sleeved shirt to cover the wound. Ever heard of the man who healed his own wounds after himself who created them? Ever been?

Somehow at first he often did it consciously. People who never understand because they have never experienced it must think it is crazy but for people who have done it will certainly justify their actions.

He came out of his house which seemed to be closing the door of his house tightly. He's like a normal person doesn't look suspicious but the one you should know he's always alone should be people are sensitive to it.

In a club so crowded with the presence of people who are walking downhill wiggling his body to the rhythm of music so loud lights often flickers add to the festive impression and people are increasingly crazy coupled with drinks it really makes people crazy. But in a special room has been ordered to celebrate a party seen from the decoration that adorns this room many balloons and decorations typical birthday party writing 'Happy Birthday' it is clearly displayed there plus the number 18 and the name of the party owner looks striking in the room even people who come look sad to be in the room.

"All thanks for coming to this festive birthday party, we welcome our main star who is the birthday of Rasya Putri." shouted someone who was appointed as the master of ceremony.

A woman who walks gracefully like a princess in a fairy tale country she looks beautiful in a maroon dress that prints her beautiful curves.

"Guys Thank you for caming, let's party to night" he said while shouting in a standing ovation by invited guests they all returned to enjoy this party while laughing happily. The louder the music sounds everyone is more crazy, even they are not aware of the dangers that lurk.

Someone was watching them from the top floor of the room smiling at the happy look of the people. Not that he is not smiling happily to see others happy but he displays his flagship smirk that if seen very scary. Then suddenly he disappeared somewhere.

When they were busy partying suddenly Electricity died making everyone scream in shock and also panic there was no lighting at all there everyone did not run out of their sense to turn on the flash on the smart their sophisticated phones some officers split up to find out the problem that made the power go out.

"free of charge this place, my party is ruined already!' shouted the party owner. But without realizing it someone approached him he was wearing a red knee-length dress with a decoration on his stomach, high heels adorned his legs and long hair draped and another he wore a mask.

"ready lo" he then turned his flash phone to the source of the voice how surprised Resya saw the figure of a masked girl but he knew that this girl was very beautiful even though she was covered in a mask she did not know who this woman was and wanted to be is he why he destroyed the party.

The sound of an eruption was heard all over this room smoke enveloped the room making this room very stuffy because the electricity was still dead everyone panicked to save themselves but strangely they did not find a way out the access door the other one was covered up, no matter who did it.

Resya was still afraid to face the woman earlier no one helped ya even though he had shouted for help but people were busy saving themselves.

"look at the friends who praised and adored you earlier, no one wants to help them get busy saving themselves no matter if the friend is in danger of not doing so." the woman's words made Resya scream in fear she was a manic looking at the woman who let out a creepy grin.

The woman pointed a gun at Resya, making Resya even more hysterical.

"Your birthday is your day of misfortune." the masked woman pulled her gun down and the hot lead hit Resya's arm, he screamed in pain with the sound of the gun popping people were still busy saving themselves without realizing the owner of the party was injured. The girl who owned the pestol grabbed Resya's unconscious hand she scratched something on Resya's arm HBD writing was created thanks to a sharp object that resembled a pen not only the gunshot wound she got but also the one she got wounds caused by scratches in the writing. The masked girl disappeared without a trace then the lights came back on people who had been busy at the door were about to save themselves feeling relieved but the cry of someone who saw the queen party lying helplessly with spattered blood. All frantically approach Resya trying to save the girl who somehow fates.

Police were combing the scene, giving police lines in the club area to avoid anyone entering and obstructing their investigation. The detective looks riled up because this incident happened again, some time ago also had a similar thing and the victim suffered fractures in the spine and hip area and cracks in the shin of the detectives also found HBD writing on his left arm exactly the same as the current events and now they have not found who the perpetrators are and what the motive behind this incident is the victim is still shaken mentally due to trauma.

"was this done by the same man sir?" ask one of the junior detectives to the senior detective.

"i think it is so." replied detektiv senio that he was doubtful whether this incident was caused by the same person. Judging from this incident the perpetrator always left a trace of writing that he carved on the arms of the victims and the writing was the same that HBD did not know what he meant but everyone who became a victim experienced it when they celebrate his birthday, is the writing of HBD intended by the perpetrator is a birthday that means happy birthday?

TBC.....