imagine my absolute, full-body, reality-glitching confusion when the villain in ‘tell me lies’ just casually slithered off into the sunset… behind the wheel of a g-wagon like he’d won a moral victory instead of committing emotional war crimes.
consider this my dark romance awakening. i was not prepared for the genre shift. when I finished haunting, I couldn’t understand why it wasn’t already a tv series— the opening of hunting immediately made it very clear for me.