would make her life a lot easier.
Her first film, actually something beautiful, had a reason to celebrate, but then the terrible event when she found out that her parents' beautiful house was in flames and that she had perished in the sea of ​​flames. She didn't want it to be true, it couldn't be, and then the next stroke of fate. The day she received her first Oscar, which she still honors to this day, her husband died of his illness. How much she missed him. And what about Chris? The girl had changed so much, she was served everything on a silver platter just because she was the daughter of the great actress Sharon Vineyard. Chris, who had learned to dress up and play as well as her mother, was playing a serious joke on her.At the grave of her beloved husband she came disguised as him and reproached her. That was enough and led to a break between mother and daughter.
No, there was no God and if there was one he would have made sure that Chris wouldn't do something like that and still, he couldn't prevent it.

Thank you sweet angel from heaven above, you saved my life and helped me, well didn't you.
That was how Ran felt so bad and blamed himself for everything. You alone ...
Rose had told her the words and alluded to the fact that she was almost killed by the armor. In her eyes, God protected her by sending her Ran, the girl who saved her life.
Ran heard these words again and again, they were strong, too strong. She didn't want that, not like that. She was ashamed and responsible for Heath's death. The girl put her arms to her ears, she didn't want to hear anything more, especially not the voices that reminded her of this past. It should stop and she shook her head several times.
"Go away, go away," she mumbled softly. But there was no one who could have heard her. She was home alone and yet she felt that she was being watched. She really thought someone was here, someone who wanted something from her.
"No," exclaimed Ran. Slowly she couldn't go on and her eyes filled with tears. So much terrible thing had happened, she wanted to forget everything, it should go away. But why didn't it? So much time had passed, so many weeks and months.

The handkerchief ... she had lost it then. It was a present, one from Sharon, and she wanted it again. How stupid she was back then to claim that she would wipe the seats clean with a handkerchief. Why did she do that? Why had she bragged about it and held up the cloth, that only really made it blow outside.And she wanted it again, so badly.[i]Stop, please, she asked the driver, first she spoke Japanese and noticed that he didn't quite understand it, but then she managed to convince him to stop with these two words.
She got out with Shinichi and looked around. Her friend went alone into the strange, cold building while Ran had waited outside.
In that time the girl worried so much again and again, she kept reminding herself what had happened. She told herself that it was her fault, but also that Sharon suspected what was going to happen. And Ran had been her accomplice, or at least that's what Ran said. She narrowed her eyes sadly, she no longer wanted all of this to be true. Had she only acted differently, Heath would be still alive, she kept telling herself, over and over.
She hadn't even noticed the slow, dull footsteps coming towards her. Everything around her, she had suppressed. But then, in the next moment, she heard the clacking of the shoes, it had been loud and she thought that it would only get louder the longer she stood there. At first Ran thought it was Shinichi, but that couldn't be, the noises came from the front and her boyfriend should have come from the left.

A man ... a Japanese, Ran thought at the time and looked anxiously at him. She immediately remembered that there was a Japanese serial killer in the States and well, now this one was getting closer, at least that's what she thought. The man stopped for a moment, but then he walked on and Ran felt helpless. She couldn't move anymore, couldn't feel her legs anymore and her gaze fell on his jacket pocket, where she could see that he was about to draw a weapon. She swallowed, she was scared and wished that Shinichi would come. The few seconds that they stood there seemed like minutes and she wanted it all to be over.Ran just stood there, she knew it would be her end and she couldn't react, not even when the taxi driver called out to her that the man must be the killer and finally disappeared. It had been really rude of him to just drive off and leave a helpless little girl standing alone with such a man. But here the fear and the fear prevailed that the killer would also attack the taxi driver.

"Are you from Japan ... I asked you if you are from Japan", the man asked. His voice had been deep and cold too. Ran could literally feel how cold it was suddenly.
The girl immediately noticed that one shouldn't joke with the man and her eyes, those poison green eyes, pierced her.
"Eh ... yes," she said softly, trying not to show her fear. She wasn't a weakness, it was even good to be scared, but still, she didn't want him to notice.
When he asked if she was from Japan, he had hit a point, she had been amazed and no longer thought about the fact that he was a killer, that they would act very differently in her eyes. Besides, he would have done something to her right away, wouldn't he?
"Have you seen a suspect here. I mean a Japanese man with long, gray-dyed hair and a beard?" He wanted to know and gave Ran a piercing look. He expected an answer, and as soon as possible.
"No, I didn't see it," the girl shook her head.
A car drove up from further back, the light, it blinded them and stopped exactly in front of them both. The man in front of her looked back briefly, she could now see his eyes much more clearly and was startled. They were green, poisonous, but also terrifying. She had never seen a man with eyes like that, eyes that scared the deepest.
And yet, Ran was now sure that the man in front of her wasn't a killer.He didn't act like that for that. He stopped when the car came and also spoke to the driver. Had he really been the killer, he would have run away or tried to take Ran with him, but he did nothing. He just stood there and talked to his colleague who was walking up to him.

Ran had already forgotten this encounter. She didn't know why she made it and why she had been thinking of him for some time now. It had suddenly become so real and she thought every day that she would meet him again. But why?
She didn't even know the man and still had to think about him all the time.

"Come on, it's dangerous here. There is a big street right around the corner, take a taxi and get out of here. Did we understand each other?" Said the strange man and pulled Ran's arm in this direction. The girl was not supposed to stay in this place, it had been far too dangerous and she should go.
"Stop, no. I'm still waiting ... I'm still waiting for a friend, you know. He should come right away, he's going to my class," Ran replied softly. She couldn't just leave Shinichi here alone like that.
"I'm not telling you again, get out of here. Get away ... last warning," the man hissed. He was no longer good-natured and became gruff because of it.
And yet he and his colleague made their way out of the alley.
Now Ran saw it very clearly. The man she had talked to had long black hair, which she had seen before but wasn't so sure. And next to him the colleague, his jacket, it was clearly FBI on it. She had been a little relieved that she hadn't met an enemy or a bad person here after all. She also listened a little to the conversation between the two of them. They said all the streets here were cordoned off and nobody, really nobody, got out or in without being checked.Relief dissolved this in the girl and she wanted to see Shinichi as soon as possible.

Complain to your God that he brought you such a fate, because your path ends here, that much is certain.
Those were the words of the real serial killer Ran met. She was scared and didn't know what to do next. Then it fell, but the girl held it tight. Even if she knew that the man was a criminal, she just couldn't leave him to his fate, she couldn't.

Only then did Ran notice the resemblance to Sharon. They were different in stature and how they behaved, but they had the same opinion about God. Ran recognized this immediately when the man said that she should complain. Ran's eyes widened a little, that couldn't be true. So much had happened in New York and she had just forgotten, forgotten because it was so terrible, because she was to blame for everything. Even with time it didn't get better, but well, now she remembered. She had had it before, it had been a real déjà vu.
Back when she was in the car with her father and drove to this excellent restaurant. She had to study history for a test and had her hands full in the car. And then it was like then, the rain slowly pelted down on the street and Ran had to remember it again. At first she noticed the man again, the one she had met in the dark alley and could not properly classify. Who was he?

[i]Do you have to have a reason for everything? I don't understand why one person kills another, but I know why one person saves another. There is no room for logical thinking in such matters.
Shinichi was right about that, and how he was right. Ran noticed that too and with that he had managed to take her guilt feelings away, at least to this day.It is really hard to understand how one person simply kills another, but there are also people who save others, no matter what they have done or will do.
Now Ran finally understood, it wasn't her fault at all. She had only acted to the best of her knowledge and belief and tried to save a person, someone who was in danger.
"It wasn't my fault," Ran said to himself again and raised her body. Now she was no