A narrator always gets to know the reader before spilling their deepest secret. I am a murderer. She was just a silly nothing of a girl until I made her rise to fame. A pennything. So, reader: sit down, cozy up. I’d offer a cup of tea, but you may worry it’s poisoned, and you may be correct. But I can’t just tell you how she died. That’s too easy. Too quick. Buckle up: you’re in for a villainous monologue.
