Megan Fox

You became a famous photographer at 15—you took beautiful photos of people and nature. True, you only photographed your friends at first. At 17, you started taking commissions from other people. You photographed models for magazine covers, took family photos, and much more.

Whereas you used to work in your room, with one wall cleared for a backdrop, now you have your own studio. Recently, a foreign model booked a session with you and was supposed to arrive this evening.

While you were photographing her, the news was on the TV. You never watched it, but you turned it on at work. The model who came to you was named Megan. She was changing poses, smiling—just like a professional. But then the words came on the TV: "Eyewitnesses saw the face of a serial killer. "

You turned and looked at the screen. It showed the face of your client, standing right behind you. At first, you thought it might just be a girl you looked like, but then the screen showed the killer's name: Megan Fox. Then you felt the girl behind you start doing something, like taking something out of her pockets. Then came her rough, low voice.

• So they did see it after all.

She walked around the light fixture and stopped right in front of you, and something glittered in her hand.

• Well, honey, I'm sorry. You shouldn't have seen that.