My name is Emme and I am Jacob’s partner to seek my family’s killer. I was supposed to be home that day. I am supposed to be dead. Not my sister. Not Amber.

That day will be forever forged into my mind.

It started out like any other day. My beautiful 16 year old sister was awake and lively by the time I got up at 8:00.

“Hey Emme, What’s up,” Amber always wanted to know more about my life. If i was dating. If I actually made friends.

“Fine, as you can tell I just rolled out of bed. I didn’t walk down the hall and see Ashley Webber.” I said snidely.

“I didn’t ask you that,” she looked defeated and I knew I hit a nerve. I felt bad, but I knew I could not make any friends in this new town. In this old run down town. We would leave soon. I am sure of it.

“Hey girls, who wants doughnuts for breakfast,” my mom walked into the room with my exhausted dad in tow.

“Sure, I will go get the doughnuts,” Amber always volunteered, but I know she just feels uncomfortable. My parents have been having fights, and this small confined elevator, they called a house is not helping.

“No, I will go get the doughnuts you get them every week, who knows I might even make a friend.

I left the house swiftly. Not wanting to be enclosed in that house another second. I got our regular doughnuts and left. I didn’t any new friends. Not one. I got home quickly and was prepared to go to my room with my doughnut and spend my weekend in there.

I opened the door, but before I called out I saw red. Red was everywhere, and my parents were on the flood, I called 9-1-1, but it was too late. My parents were dead, and Amber was missing. The next 3 days were a blur, but they found her dead. Strung up in a tree. The serial killer made me an orphan. They call him the Puppetmaster and I will find him.