Nᴏᴛᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ Gʜᴏᴜʟ

Νεχ ποσσυμ τεχυμ πιπερε,νεχ σινε τε.

[gh0ulaink]

ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀs ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ᴀᴢᴜʟᴀ ᴏɴɪʙɪ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴀ ʟᴇɢᴀᴄʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴋᴜʀᴇᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴏ, ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ʟᴏɴɢ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ. ᴀᴢᴜʟᴀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏғ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴋ — ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀs ᴀ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴅʏᴍᴏᴅ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏɴ sᴋɪɴ.

ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴs. ᴘʀᴇssᴜʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴅᴜᴛʏ, sʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴄɢ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ɢʜᴏᴜʟ ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴏʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇʀ.

ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ.

ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ, ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ.

ᴀ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ — ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴜɴʟɪsᴛᴇᴅ ɢʜᴏᴜʟ. ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɢᴀɴ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴘʟᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ sᴡᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜɴᴛ. ᴅᴇᴄʟᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴄɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴀᴢᴜʟᴀ ᴡᴀs ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴀɴɪsʜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sʜᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ. ʏᴇᴀʀs ɪɴ ᴇxɪʟᴇ ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ ɪs ᴜɴɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ sᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ; ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀs ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴜʀsᴇ.

ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ, ᴀᴢᴜʟᴀ ʀᴜɴs ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ & ʙᴏᴅʏᴍᴏᴅ sᴛᴜᴅɪᴏ, Gʜ0ᴜʟᴀ.Iɴᴋ — ᴀ sᴀɴᴄᴛᴜᴀʀʏ ᴏғ ᴀʀᴛ, sᴄᴀʀs, ᴀɴᴅ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ.

「 ᴍᴅɴɪ 21+ 」 「 Edits made by supercute @daemonoria ! 」

inspired by Tokyo Ghoul. novelist & crossover friendly! writing in german, but can do my best in english too. potential trigger warnings: traumatic past, blood, violence, gore. prompts and plotting welcome! ♡

we can text here on tumblr or on wire: gh0ula.ink

[gh0ulaink]

taking a small break . . .

someone important to me died, and i need my time to realize it. i will be back, just need some space. take care of each other and spread love. 🖤

[judasrpc]

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM TEXT MESSAGE PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

[TXT] : answer the question.

[TXT] : you left your jacket here.

[TXT] : ignore that last message.

[TXT] : must be my fault somehow.

[TXT] : this was a bad idea but i'm doing it anyway.

[TXT] : guess i misunderstood the vibe.

[TXT] : i'm only texting you because i'm drunk.

[TXT] : i can't stop thinking about your hands.

[TXT] : you're not gonna believe this..

[TXT] : i'm blushing shut up.

[TXT] : okay wait no don't answer that.

[TXT] : i didn't say anything because i didn't want to argue.

[TXT] : be honest with me.

[TXT] : are you free tonight?

[TXT] : i'll explain later, just call me now!

[TXT] : i like it when you looked at me like that.

[TXT] : i should stop texting before this escalates.

[TXT] : i keep rereading that message.

[TXT] : are you trying to distract me on purpose.

[TXT] : i hate that you were right.

[TXT] : you'd be so proud of me right now and also disappointed.

[TXT] : cheers to bad decisions.

[TXT] : i had a dream about you.

[TXT] : i thought you were coming?

[TXT] : wow that's crazy.

[TXT] : it's whatever honestly.

[TXT] : your stuff is still here.

[TXT] : open the door.

[TXT] : what are you doing right now?

[TXT] : don't screenshot this.

[TXT] : don't make me ask twice.

[TXT] : i'm grabbing coffee, want one?

[TXT] : what are we?

[TXT] : no really it's fine.

[TXT] : you don't have to lie.

[TXT] : i don't feel great.

[TXT] : don't rush i've only been waiting.

[TXT] : i forgot the grocery list.

[TXT] : don't do this over text.

[TXT] : did i do something wrong?

[TXT] : i don't trust myself around you.

[TXT] : running late sorry.

[TXT] : you make it hard to be good.

[TXT] : i told myself i wouldn't text you tonight.

[TXT] : are you mad at me.

[TXT] : please answer me.

[TXT] : i told you not to do that.

[TXT] : can i come over?

[TXT] : i'm outside.

[TXT] : you're being unfair.

[TXT] : that's not an excuse.

[TXT] : can you stay on the phone with me?

[TXT] : are you busy?

[TXT] : please tell me you're okay.

[TXT] : i think i fucked up.

[TXT] : i need to vent.

[TXT] : do you want food?

[TXT] : this is messing with my head.

[TXT] : i should not be imagining this right now.

[TXT] : are you mad at me?

[TXT] : please say something.

[TXT] : can you lie for me?

[TXT] : i found your keys!

[TXT] : i just thought you'd let me know.

[TXT] : i know you're awake.

[TXT] : stay the night.

[TXT] : you look good and you know it.

[TXT] : this reminded me of you!

[TXT] : this conversation is not helping my self control.

[TXT] : i love how you only respond when it's convenient.

[TXT] : i love you and i hate that i love you.

[TXT] : you left me on read.

[TXT] : i cleared my schedule.

[TXT] : i can't keep doing this.

[TXT] : are you alone?

[TXT] : stuck in traffic.

[TXT] : you could've just said no.

[TXT] : i don't want to be alone.

[TXT] : who are you with?

[TXT] : something has to change.

[TXT] : if you were here right now i'd be in serious trouble.

[TXT] : i'm done.

[TXT] : don't tease me.

[TXT] : i'm getting worried.

[TXT] : oh okay i guess we're not talking anymore.

[TXT] : where are you??

[TXT] : i'm thinking about you.

[TXT] : i hate nights like this without you.

[TXT] : can you come get me?

[TXT] : look up.

[TXT] : i trust you.

[TXT] : i need help.

[TXT] : this is flirting right?

[TXT] : i changed my mind about earlier.

[TXT] : it's fine do whatever you want.

[TXT] : it's not what it looked like, okay?

[TXT] : my brain won't shut up about last night.

[TXT] : please come get me before i make worse choices.

[TXT] : that was not funny.

[TXT] : i'm proud of you.

[TXT] : i don't know why i'm telling you this.

[TXT] : i'm sorry, i should've said something sooner

[TXT] : please don't be mad..

[TXT] : are you coming over or just teasing me?

[TXT] : i won't bother you again.

[TXT] : i almost sent this three times.

[TXT] : did you get home safe?

[TXT] : you don't owe me anything clearly.

[TXT] : i miss you.

[TXT] : guess who i just ran into..

[TXT] : i can't sleep.

[TXT] : i need clarity.

[TXT] : tell me to behave.

[TXT] : okay fine you win.

[TXT] : hello?

[TXT] : you did good.

[TXT] : do you miss me?

[TXT] : i'm bored, entertain me.

[TXT] : are you safe??

[TXT] : you're unbelievable.

[TXT] : i shouldn't have said what i said earlier.

[TXT] : i hope you're asleep because this is embarrassing.

[TXT] : don't ever say that again.

[TXT] : are you flirting with me?

[TXT] : you owe me gas money.

[TXT] : stop avoiding me.

[TXT] : call me when you see this!

[TXT] : you still mad?

[TXT] : can we talk in person?

[TXT] : can i crash at your place?

[TXT] : you're going to get me in trouble.

[TXT] : i'm spiraling.

[TXT] : you're doing this on purpose.

[TXT] : okay i'm done texting now.

[TXT] : you look cute.

[TXT] : glad you had fun.

[TXT] : i'm exhausted.

[TXT] : i'm trying to be respectful but you're not helping.

[TXT] : why would you think that was okay??

[TXT] : i want to move on.

[TXT] : thanks for the heads up i guess.

[TXT] : you left your panties here for a reason didn't you.

[TXT] : you know exactly what you're doing.

[TXT] : please don't tell anyone.

[TXT] : remember when we said we wouldn't do this again.

[TXT] : i can't find my shoes.

[TXT] : do you always do this or just to me?

[TXT] : tell me you don't miss me so i can shut up.

[TXT] : you crossed a line.

[TXT] : you up?

[TXT] : you didn't have to do that.

[TXT] : don't get smug.

[TXT] : i'm on my way!

[TXT] : i should not be saying this.

[TXT] : remind me to tell you later.

[TXT] : come over.

[gh0ulaink]

ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴠɪʟᴇɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ.🖤

sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ɪᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ.

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴛɪʟʟ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛᴏ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ, ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ.

ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇsᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍ, ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀssɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ, ᴜɴʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴀʙʟʏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ sᴀғᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ʙʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛ.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʜᴜɢ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ʙʏ ᴍʏ sɪᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ.

ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜɪs ʏᴇᴀʀ ɢɪᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ғʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪғᴇ ʜᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴏғғᴇʀ.

ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ, ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇssʟʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ sᴏ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟʏ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇғᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs. @daemonoria 🖤

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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟶𝟹 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝙰𝚙𝚛. 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻

ɪᴄʜ ᴢᴏɢ ɢᴇɴüssʟɪᴄʜ ᴀɴ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇʀ ᴢɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴜɴᴅ ʙʟɪᴇs ᴅᴇɴ ʀᴀᴜᴄʜ ʟᴀɴɢsᴀᴍ ᴀᴜs ᴅᴇᴍ ғᴇɴsᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴅɪᴇ ᴋüʜʟᴇ ɴᴀᴄʜᴛʟᴜғᴛ. ᴅɪᴇ sᴄʜᴡᴀᴄʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴇᴜᴄʜᴛᴜɴɢ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇs ʜᴀᴜsᴇs ᴛᴀᴜᴄʜᴛᴇ ᴅᴇɴ ʀᴀᴜᴍ ɪɴ ᴇɪɴ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴇs ʟɪᴄʜᴛ, ᴡäʜʀᴇɴᴅ ᴅʀᴀᴜßᴇɴ ᴅɪᴇ ʟɪᴄʜᴛᴇʀ ᴠᴏɴ sᴇᴏᴜʟ ᴘᴜʟsɪᴇʀᴇɴᴅ ᴀᴍ ʟᴇʙᴇɴ ᴡᴀʀᴇɴ. ᴀᴜғ ᴅᴇᴍ ʙᴏᴅᴇɴ sᴘɪᴇʟᴛᴇɴ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇ ʙᴇɪᴅᴇɴ ᴋᴀᴛᴢᴇɴ ᴍɪᴛ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇᴍ ʜᴜɴᴅ – ᴇɪɴ ʙɪʟᴅ ᴅᴇʀ ʀᴜʜᴇ, ᴅᴀs ɪᴍ ᴋᴏɴᴛʀᴀsᴛ ᴢᴜ ᴅᴇɴ ᴇʀɪɴɴᴇʀᴜɴɢᴇɴ sᴛᴀɴᴅ, ᴅɪᴇ ᴍɪᴄʜ ᴘʟöᴛᴢʟɪᴄʜ üʙᴇʀᴋᴀᴍᴇɴ. ɪᴄʜ ᴍᴜssᴛᴇ sᴄʜᴍᴜɴᴢᴇʟɴ.

𝘞𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘥ä𝘮𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘬ö𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘯? 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘣 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘵, 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨 𝘷ö𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨 𝘢𝘮 𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢ß𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵. 𝘜𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘯 – 𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘸ä𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯 – 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘧𝘦𝘯. 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰.

𝘌𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘰ß, 𝘬𝘳ä𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘶𝘵, 𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮 𝘈𝘶𝘴𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘡𝘦𝘪𝘵 𝘧ü𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘯ö𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦. 𝘐𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘶, 𝘸𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘻 𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘢𝘳 𝘐𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘕ä𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦. 𝘚𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘩𝘪𝘨, 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘵 – 𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘩ä𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘢𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘮𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘻𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘯.

"𝘐𝘤𝘩… 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯." 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘩 𝘻𝘶 𝘪𝘩𝘮 𝘢𝘶𝘧.

𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘴 𝘈𝘶𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘎𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵, 𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘣 𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘩ä𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯 – 𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘮 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘐𝘳𝘪𝘴.

ɪᴄʜ ʟᴀᴄʜᴛᴇ ʟᴇɪsᴇ ɪɴ ᴍɪᴄʜ ʜɪɴᴇɪɴ, ᴀʟs ɪᴄʜ ᴀɴ ᴅᴇɴ ᴀᴜsᴅʀᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴀʀᴏs ɢᴇsɪᴄʜᴛ ᴢᴜʀüᴄᴋᴅᴀᴄʜᴛᴇ. ᴇs ᴡᴀʀ ᴋᴇɪɴ sᴄʜᴏᴄᴋ ɢᴇᴡᴇsᴇɴ, ᴋᴇɪɴ ᴇɴᴛsᴇᴛᴢᴇɴ. ᴇʜᴇʀ ᴇɪɴᴇ ᴍɪsᴄʜᴜɴɢ ᴀᴜs ᴇʀᴋᴇɴɴᴛɴɪs ᴜɴᴅ… ɴᴇᴜɢɪᴇʀ?

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘶𝘨𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯. 𝘌𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘯 𝘒𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘵 – 𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘒𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮 𝘡𝘶𝘨 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦. 𝘜𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘻𝘶 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘯.

𝘐𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘎𝘦𝘧ü𝘩𝘭, 𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘵𝘦 𝘚𝘵ü𝘤𝘬 𝘕𝘢𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘏ä𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘵. 𝘌𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘵, 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵. 𝘋𝘰𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘴 ö𝘧𝘧𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦, 𝘸𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳.

𝘍𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘩.

𝘌𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘍𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘩. 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵 𝘷𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮 𝘛𝘪𝘦𝘳..

𝘌𝘪𝘯 𝘒𝘭𝘰ß 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘸ä𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘵𝘦. 𝘐𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦 ü𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘢𝘩𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯. 𝘌𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘢𝘩𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘵, 𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵 𝘻𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵 𝘻𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯. 𝘐𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯 – 𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢ß𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦… 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦…

"𝘐𝘴𝘴 𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘩", 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘵, 𝘸ä𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘡𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘻𝘰𝘨. "𝘋𝘶 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘮 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯."

𝘐𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘵. 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩. 𝘈𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘻𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘰ß 𝘨𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯.

𝘜𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘦ß𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘮, 𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘬 ü𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘡𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦, 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘦, 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘳 𝘭ö𝘴𝘵𝘦… 𝘩ö𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘳 𝘢𝘶𝘧.

𝘞ä𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢ß – 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘻𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘻𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘯 – 𝘦𝘳𝘻ä𝘩𝘭𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘳. 𝘝𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘵, 𝘷𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘏ö𝘭𝘭𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦. 𝘝𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘵, 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦.

𝘜𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘳? 𝘌𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳 𝘻𝘶𝘨𝘦𝘩ö𝘳𝘵. 𝘌𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰.

sᴇɪᴛ ᴅɪᴇsᴇʀ ɴᴀᴄʜᴛ ᴡᴀʀ ᴇʀ ɪᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴅᴀ ɢᴇᴡᴇsᴇɴ. ɪᴄʜ ʜᴀᴛᴛᴇ ɪʜɴ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴠᴛ, ɪʜɴ ᴠᴏʟʟɢᴇǫᴜᴀᴛsᴄʜᴛ, ɪʜᴍ ʟöᴄʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴅᴇɴ ʙᴀᴜᴄʜ ɢᴇғʀᴀɢᴛ – ᴜɴᴅ ᴛʀᴏᴛᴢᴅᴇᴍ ʜᴀᴛᴛᴇ ᴇʀ ᴍɪᴄʜ ɴɪᴇ ᴡᴇɢɢᴇsᴄʜɪᴄᴋᴛ. ᴍɪᴛ ᴅᴇʀ ᴢᴇɪᴛ ᴡᴜʀᴅᴇ ᴀᴜs ᴅᴇʀ ᴢᴜғᴀʟʟsʙᴇᴋᴀɴɴᴛsᴄʜᴀғᴛ ᴇɪɴᴇ ᴇᴄʜᴛᴇ ғʀᴇᴜɴᴅsᴄʜᴀғᴛ. ᴋᴇɴᴛᴀʀᴏ ᴡᴜʀᴅᴇ ᴢᴜ ᴇᴛᴡᴀs, ᴅᴀs ɪᴄ ʜ ɴɪᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴛᴇ – ᴇɪɴ ɢʀᴏßᴇʀ ʙʀᴜᴅᴇʀ.

ɪᴄʜ ɴᴀʜᴍ ᴇɪɴᴇɴ ᴡᴇɪᴛᴇʀᴇɴ ᴢᴜɢ ᴠᴏɴ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇʀ ᴢɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴜɴᴅ ʙʟɪᴇs ᴅᴇɴ ʀᴀᴜᴄʜ ɪɴ ᴅɪᴇ ᴅᴜɴᴋᴇʟʜᴇɪᴛ. ᴇs ᴡᴀʀ ᴠᴇʀʀüᴄᴋᴛ, ᴡɪᴇ ᴅᴀs ʟᴇʙᴇɴ sᴘɪᴇʟᴛᴇ. ᴡɪᴇ sɪᴄʜ ᴀᴜs ᴠᴇʀᴢᴡᴇɪғʟᴜɴɢ ᴇᴛᴡᴀs ɢᴜᴛᴇs ᴇɴᴛᴡɪᴄᴋᴇʟɴ ᴋᴏɴɴᴛᴇ.

ᴍᴇɪɴ ʙʟɪᴄᴋ ғɪᴇʟ ᴀᴜғ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇ ᴛɪᴇʀᴇ, ᴅɪᴇ ɪᴍᴍᴇʀ ɴᴏᴄʜ sᴘɪᴇʟᴛᴇɴ. ᴍᴇɪɴ ʜᴜɴᴅ ᴠᴇʀsᴜᴄʜᴛᴇ ᴠᴇʀᴢᴡᴇɪғᴇʟᴛ, ᴇɪɴᴇ ᴅᴇʀ ᴋᴀᴛᴢᴇɴ ᴍɪᴛ ᴅᴇʀ ᴘғᴏᴛᴇ ғᴇsᴛᴢᴜʜᴀʟᴛᴇɴ, ᴡäʜʀᴇɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ sɪᴄʜ ʙʟɪᴛᴢsᴄʜɴᴇʟʟ ᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴍ ᴛɪsᴄʜ ᴠᴇʀsᴛᴇᴄᴋᴛᴇ. ɪᴄʜ sᴄʜᴍᴜɴᴢᴇʟᴛᴇ ᴇʀɴᴇᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅ ɴᴀʜᴍ ᴇɪɴᴇɴ sᴄʜʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴠᴏɴ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇᴍ ᴋᴀғғᴇᴇ. @nokillshelterk

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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟶𝟸 𝚁𝚞𝚗. 𝙽𝚘𝚟. 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺

ᴅᴇʀ sᴄʜʟᴀɢ ᴛʀᴀғ ᴍɪᴄʜ ᴜɴᴠᴇʀᴍɪᴛᴛᴇʟᴛ. ᴍᴇɪɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴɢᴇ ʙʀᴀɴɴᴛᴇ, ᴜɴᴅ ᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟʟɪsᴄʜᴇ ɢᴇsᴄʜᴍᴀᴄᴋ ᴠᴏɴ ʙʟᴜᴛ ʙʀᴇɪᴛᴇᴛᴇ sɪᴄʜ ɪɴ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇᴍ ᴍᴜɴᴅ ᴀᴜs. ᴇʀsᴄʜʀᴏᴄᴋᴇɴ ʙʟɪᴄᴋᴛᴇ ɪᴄʜ ᴢᴜ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇᴍ ᴠᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴜғ, ᴅᴇssᴇɴ ɢᴇsɪᴄʜᴛ ᴠᴏʀ ᴢᴏʀɴ ᴠᴇʀᴢᴇʀʀᴛ ᴡᴀʀ. "ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇɴᴋsᴛ ᴅᴜ ᴅɪʀ , ᴀᴢᴜʟᴀ?!"

sᴇɪɴᴇ sᴛɪᴍᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ᴡɪᴇ ᴇɪɴ ᴘᴇɪᴛsᴄʜᴇɴʜɪᴇʙ, ʜᴀʀᴛ ᴜɴᴅ ᴜɴɴᴀᴄʜɢɪᴇʙɪɢ.

"ʜᴀsᴛ ᴅᴜ ᴅᴇɴ ᴠᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇʀʟᴏʀᴇɴ? ᴡᴇɪßᴛ ᴅᴜ, ᴡᴀs ᴀᴜғ ᴅᴇᴍ sᴘɪᴇʟ sᴛᴇʜᴛ?"

ɪᴄʜ ʙʀᴀᴄʜᴛᴇ ᴋᴇɪɴ ᴡᴏʀᴛ ʜᴇʀᴠᴏʀ. ᴅɪᴇ ᴡᴀʜʀʜᴇɪᴛ ᴡᴀʀ, ᴅᴀss ɪᴄʜ ᴋᴇɪɴᴇ ᴇɴᴛsᴄʜᴜʟᴅɪɢᴜɴɢ ʜᴀᴛᴛᴇ. ᴠᴇʀɢᴀɴɢᴇɴᴇ ɴᴀᴄʜᴛ ᴡᴀʀ ɪᴄʜ ᴀᴜs ᴅᴇᴍ ʜᴀᴜs ɢᴇsᴄʜʟɪᴄʜᴇɴ. ɴᴀᴄʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴇᴍ, ᴡᴀs ɢᴇsᴄʜᴇʜᴇɴ ᴡᴀʀ; ɴᴀᴄʜ sᴏ ᴠɪᴇʟᴇɴ ᴊᴀʜʀᴇɴ, ʜᴀᴛᴛᴇ ɪᴄʜ ᴅᴀs ɢᴇғᴜ̈ʜʟ, ᴢᴜ ᴇʀsᴛɪᴄᴋᴇɴ. ᴅɪᴇ ᴡᴀ̈ɴᴅᴇ ᴜɴsᴇʀᴇs ʜᴀᴜsᴇs sᴄʜɪᴇɴᴇɴ ᴍɪᴄʜ ᴇɪɴᴢᴜᴇɴɢᴇɴ, ᴀʟs ᴡᴜ̈ʀᴅᴇɴ sɪᴇ ᴍɪᴄʜ ᴇʀᴅʀᴜ̈ᴄᴋᴇɴ. ɪᴄʜ ᴡᴏʟʟᴛᴇ ʀᴀᴜs. ɴᴜʀ ғᴜ̈ʀ ᴇɪɴᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ. ɴᴜʀ ᴜᴍ ᴢᴜ ᴀᴛᴍᴇɴ. ᴀʙᴇʀ ɪᴄʜ ʜᴀ̈ᴛᴛᴇ ᴇs ʙᴇssᴇʀ ᴡɪssᴇɴ ᴍᴜ̈ssᴇɴ.

"ɴɪᴇᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀғ ᴇʀғᴀʜʀᴇɴ, ᴅᴀss ᴅᴜ ʟᴇʙsᴛ! ɴɪᴇᴍᴀɴᴅ!"

ᴇʀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋᴛᴇ ᴍɪᴄʜ ᴀɴ ᴅᴇɴ sᴄʜᴜʟᴛᴇʀɴ, sᴇɪɴ ɢʀɪғғ ᴡᴀʀ ғᴇsᴛ, ғᴀsᴛ sᴄʜᴍᴇʀᴢʜᴀғᴛ.

"ᴅᴜ ʙɪsᴛ ᴏғғɪᴢɪᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏᴛ. ᴡᴇɴɴ sɪᴇ ʜᴇʀᴀᴜsғɪɴᴅᴇɴ, ᴡᴀs ᴅᴜ ʙɪsᴛ…"

ᴇʀ ʙʀᴀᴄʜ ᴀʙ, ᴜɴᴅ ɪᴄʜ sᴀʜ ғᴜ̈ʀ ᴇɪɴᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴛᴡᴀs ɪɴ sᴇɪɴᴇɴ ᴀᴜɢᴇɴ, ᴅᴀs ɪᴄʜ ɴɪᴇ ᴢᴜᴠᴏʀ ɢᴇsᴇʜᴇɴ ʜᴀᴛᴛᴇ: ᴀɴɢsᴛ. ɪᴄʜ ɴɪᴄᴋᴛᴇ sᴛᴜᴍᴍ, ᴍᴇɪɴᴇ ᴋᴇʜʟᴇ ᴡɪᴇ ᴢᴜɢᴇsᴄʜɴᴜ̈ʀᴛ. ᴀʟs ᴇʀ ʟᴏsʟɪᴇß, ғᴜ̈ʜʟᴛᴇ ɪᴄʜ ᴍɪᴄʜ ᴋʟᴇɪɴᴇʀ ᴀʟs ᴊᴇ ᴢᴜᴠᴏʀ.

ɪɴ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇᴍ ᴋᴇʟʟᴇʀᴢɪᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀ ᴇs ᴋᴜ̈ʜʟ ᴜɴᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ. ᴅᴀs ʟɪᴄʜᴛ ᴅᴇʀ ᴋʟᴇɪɴᴇɴ ʟᴀᴍᴘᴇ ғʟᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴛᴇ, ᴡᴀ̈ʜʀᴇɴᴅ ɪᴄʜ ʟᴇɪsᴇ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇ ᴛᴀsᴄʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴋᴛᴇ. ᴋʟᴇɪᴅᴜɴɢ, ᴇɪɴ ᴘᴀᴀʀ ʜᴀʙsᴇʟɪɢᴋᴇɪᴛᴇɴ, ᴇɪɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴᴇs ғᴏᴛᴏ ᴠᴏɴ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴇ – ʙᴇᴠᴏʀ ᴀʟʟᴇs ᴢᴇʀʙʀᴀᴄʜ.

ɪᴄʜ ᴡᴜssᴛᴇ, ᴅᴀss ɪᴄʜ ɴɪᴄʜᴛ ʙʟᴇɪʙᴇɴ ᴋᴏɴɴᴛᴇ. ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴠᴀᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀᴛᴛᴇ ʀᴇᴄʜᴛ. ᴍᴇɪɴ ʟᴇʙᴇɴ ʜɪᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀ ᴠᴏʀʙᴇɪ.

ᴅᴏᴄʜ ᴘʟᴏ̈ᴛᴢʟɪᴄʜ ʜᴏ̈ʀᴛᴇ ɪᴄʜ ᴇs. sᴄʜʀɪᴛᴛᴇ. ᴇɪɴ ᴅᴜᴍᴘғᴇʀ ᴀᴜғᴘʀᴀʟʟ. ᴇɪɴ sᴄʜʀᴇɪ, ᴅᴇʀ ᴅᴜʀᴄʜ ᴅɪᴇ sᴛɪʟʟᴇ ᴢᴇʀʀɪss. ᴍᴇɪɴᴇ ᴍᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ. ɪᴄʜ ʀᴀɴɴᴛᴇ ᴢᴜʀ ᴛᴜ̈ʀ, ᴀʙᴇʀ ʙᴇᴠᴏʀ ɪᴄʜ sɪᴇ ᴏ̈ғғɴᴇɴ ᴋᴏɴɴᴛᴇ, ғʟᴏɢ sɪᴇ ᴀᴜғ, ᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴠᴀᴛᴇʀ sᴛᴜ̈ʀᴍᴛᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇɪɴ. sᴇɪɴ ɢᴇsɪᴄʜᴛ ᴡᴀʀ ᴀsᴄʜғᴀʜʟ, sᴇɪɴᴇ ᴀᴜɢᴇɴ ᴡᴇɪᴛ ᴠᴏʀ sᴄʜᴏᴄᴋ.

"ʟᴀᴜғ..!"

sᴇɪɴᴇ sᴛɪᴍᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ʙʀᴜ̈ᴄʜɪɢ, ᴀʙᴇʀ sᴇɪɴᴇ ʜᴀ̈ɴᴅᴇ ᴢᴏɢᴇɴ ᴍɪᴄʜ ᴢᴜʀ ᴠᴇʀʙᴏʀɢᴇɴᴇɴ ᴋᴇʟʟᴇʀᴛᴜ̈ʀ. "sɪᴇ ʜᴀʙᴇɴ ᴅᴇɪɴᴇ ᴍᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ... sɪᴇ ᴅᴇɴᴋᴇɴ, sɪᴇ ᴡᴀ̈ʀᴇ.."

ᴇʀ ᴋᴏɴɴᴛᴇ ᴅᴇɴ sᴀᴛᴢ ɴɪᴄʜᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴᴅᴇɴ. ɪᴄʜ ᴡᴏʟʟᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴅᴇʀsᴘʀᴇᴄʜᴇɴ, ᴡᴏʟʟᴛᴇ ᴢᴜʀᴜ̈ᴄᴋ, ᴀʙᴇʀ sᴇɪɴ Bʟɪᴄᴋ ʟɪᴇß ᴋᴇɪɴᴇɴ ᴡɪᴅᴇʀsᴘʀᴜᴄʜ ᴢᴜ.

"ɢᴇʜ! ᴜɴᴅ ᴋᴏᴍᴍ ɴɪᴇᴍᴀʟs ᴢᴜʀᴜ̈ᴄᴋ. ɪᴄʜ ᴡᴇʀᴅᴇ ᴅɪᴄʜ ғɪɴᴅᴇɴ ᴀʙᴇʀ ᴅᴜ ᴍᴜssᴛ ᴊᴇᴛᴢᴛ ɢᴇʜᴇɴ!"

ᴅɪᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴛ ᴠᴇʀsᴄʜᴡᴀᴍᴍ ᴠᴏʀ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇɴ ᴀᴜɢᴇɴ, ᴛʀᴀ̈ɴᴇɴ ʙʀᴀɴɴᴛᴇɴ, ᴡᴀ̈ʜʀᴇɴᴅ ɪᴄʜ ᴅᴇɴ ᴠᴇʀsᴛᴇᴄᴋᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴜɴɴᴇʟ ᴇɴᴛʟᴀɴɢʀᴀɴɴᴛᴇ. ɪᴄʜ ʜᴏ̈ʀᴛᴇ ᴅᴀs ᴋʀᴀᴄʜᴇɴ ᴠᴏɴ ᴛᴜ̈ʀᴇɴ, ᴅᴇɴ ᴅᴜᴍᴘғᴇɴ ᴋɴᴀʟʟ ᴠᴏɴ ᴡᴀғғᴇɴ – ᴜɴᴅ ᴅᴀɴɴ ᴡᴀʀ ᴅᴀ ɴɪᴄʜᴛs ᴍᴇʜʀ. ᴀᴜßᴇʀ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇᴍ ᴀᴛᴇᴍ ᴜɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴍ ᴘᴏᴄʜᴇɴᴅᴇɴ sᴄʜᴍᴇʀᴢ ɪɴ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇʀ ʙʀᴜsᴛ.

ᴅɪᴇ ʙʀᴇɴɴᴇɴᴅᴇɴ ᴇʀᴍɪᴛᴛʟᴇʀᴢᴇɴᴛʀᴀʟᴇɴ ᴡᴀʀᴇɴ ᴇɪɴ ᴍᴀɴɪғᴇsᴛ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇʀ ᴡᴜᴛ. ᴊᴇᴅᴇ ғʟᴀᴍᴍᴇ, ᴅɪᴇ ɪᴄʜ ᴇɴᴛғᴀᴄʜᴛᴇ, ᴇɪɴ sᴄʜʀᴇɪ ɴᴀᴄʜ ʀᴀᴄʜᴇ. ɪɴ ᴅᴇʀ ᴅʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴢᴇɴᴛʀᴀʟᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ɪᴄʜ ɪʜᴍ ɢᴇɢᴇɴᴜ̈ʙᴇʀ. ᴍᴇɪɴᴇᴍ ᴇxғʀᴇᴜɴᴅ. "ᴀᴢᴜʟᴀ…"

sᴇɪɴᴇ sᴛɪᴍᴍᴇ ᴢɪᴛᴛᴇʀᴛᴇ, ᴜɴᴅ ғᴜ̈ʀ ᴇɪɴᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴀᴄʜᴛᴇ ɪᴄʜ, ᴇʀ ᴡᴜ̈ʀᴅᴇ sɪᴄʜ ғʀᴇᴜᴇɴ. ᴅᴏᴄʜ sᴇɪɴᴇ ᴀᴜɢᴇɴ, ᴅɪᴇ ᴇɪɴsᴛ sᴏ ᴡᴇɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀʀᴇɴ, ғᴜ̈ʟʟᴛᴇɴ sɪᴄʜ ᴍɪᴛ ᴀʙsᴄʜᴇᴜ.

"ᴅᴜ.. ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ. ᴅᴜ ʜᴀ̈ᴛᴛᴇsᴛ ʟɪᴇʙᴇʀ sᴛᴇʀʙᴇɴ sᴏʟʟᴇɴ." ғʟᴜ̈sᴛᴇʀᴛᴇ ᴇʀ, ʙᴇᴠᴏʀ ᴇʀ sᴇɪɴᴇ ϙᴜɪɴǫᴜᴇ-ᴋʟɪɴɢᴇ ᴢᴏɢ.

sᴇɪɴᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛᴇ sᴄʜɴɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴛɪᴇғᴇʀ ᴀʟs ᴊᴇᴅᴇ ᴡᴀғғᴇ ᴇs ᴊᴇ ᴋᴏ̈ɴɴᴛᴇ. ᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴛʀᴀ̈ɴᴇɴ ᴇɴᴛғᴀᴄʜᴛᴇ ɪᴄʜ ᴅᴀs ʙʟᴀᴜᴇ ғᴇᴜᴇʀ, ᴅᴀs ɪᴄʜ ᴠᴇʀғʟᴜᴄʜᴛᴇ, ᴅᴀs ᴍɪᴄʜ ᴅᴇɴɴᴏᴄʜ ᴢᴜ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇᴍ sᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴄʜᴛᴇ. ᴅᴀs ɢᴇʙᴀ̈ᴜᴅᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ғʟᴀᴍᴍᴇɴ, ᴜɴᴅ ᴡᴀ̈ʜʀᴇɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ sᴄʜʀᴇɪᴇ ᴅᴇʀ ᴇʀᴍɪᴛᴛʟᴇʀ ᴠᴇʀᴋʟᴀɴɢᴇɴ, sᴘᴜ̈ʀᴛᴇ ɪᴄʜ ᴇɪɴᴇ sᴇʟᴛsᴀᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴍɪʀ. ᴅɪᴇ ɢɪᴇʀ ᴅᴇs ɢʜᴜʟ, ᴅᴇʀ ɪᴄʜ ɢᴇᴡᴏʀᴅᴇɴ ᴡᴀʀ, ᴜ̈ʙᴇʀɴᴀʜᴍ ᴅɪᴇ ᴋᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟᴇ. ɪᴄʜ ʜᴀssᴛᴇ ᴍɪᴄʜ ᴅᴀғᴜ̈ʀ, ᴅᴏᴄʜ ɪᴄʜ ғʀᴀß, ᴜᴍ ᴢᴜ ᴜ̈ʙᴇʀʟᴇʙᴇɴ.

ᴊᴇᴅᴇ ɴᴀᴄʜᴛ ᴅᴇʀ sᴇʟʙᴇ ᴀʟʙᴛʀᴀᴜᴍ. ɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀᴄʜᴛᴇ ᴀᴜғ.

ᴅɪᴇ ʟᴜғᴛ ɪɴ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇʀ ᴋʟᴇɪɴᴇɴ ᴜɴᴛᴇʀᴋᴜɴғᴛ ɪɴ sᴇᴏᴜʟ ᴡᴀʀ sᴛɪᴄᴋɪɢ. ɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀʀ ᴇʀsᴛ ᴇɪɴɪɢᴇ ᴡᴏᴄʜᴇɴ ʜɪᴇʀ. ᴅɪᴇ ᴅᴇᴄᴋᴇ ᴜ̈ʙᴇʀ ᴍɪʀ ᴡᴀʀ ᴋᴀʜʟ, ᴅɪᴇ ᴡᴀ̈ɴᴅᴇ ɢʀᴀᴜ ᴜɴᴅ sᴄʜᴍᴜᴛᴢɪɢ. ᴀʟʟᴇs ᴡɪʀᴋᴛᴇ ᴜɴᴡɪʀᴋʟɪᴄʜ, ᴀʟs ʜᴀ̈ᴛᴛᴇ ɪᴄʜ ᴍɪᴄʜ ɪɴ ᴇɪɴᴇɴ ᴀʟʙᴛʀᴀᴜᴍ ᴠᴇʀɪʀʀᴛ, ᴀᴜs ᴅᴇᴍ ɪᴄʜ ɴɪᴇ ᴡɪᴇᴅᴇʀ ᴇɴᴛᴋᴏᴍᴍᴇɴ ᴡᴜ̈ʀᴅᴇ. ᴀʙᴇʀ ɪᴄʜ ᴡᴜssᴛᴇ, ᴅᴀss ᴇs ᴋᴇɪɴ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍ ᴡᴀʀ.

ɪᴄʜ sᴇᴛᴢᴛᴇ ᴍɪᴄʜ ᴀᴜғ, ᴅɪᴇ ᴇʀɪɴɴᴇʀᴜɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴅᴀs ғᴇᴜᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ sᴄʜʀᴇɪᴇ ʙʀᴀɴɴᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇᴍ ᴋᴏᴘғ. ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴍᴀɢᴇɴ ᴋɴᴜʀʀᴛᴇ, ᴅᴇʀ sᴄʜᴍᴇʀᴢ ᴅᴇs ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀs ʙᴏʜʀᴛᴇ sɪᴄʜ ɪɴ ᴊᴇᴅᴇ ғᴀsᴇʀ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇs ᴋᴏ̈ʀᴘᴇʀs. ᴅᴏᴄʜ ɪᴄʜ ʜᴀᴛᴛᴇ ᴇɪɴᴇɴ sᴄʜᴡᴜʀ ɢᴇʟᴇɪsᴛᴇᴛ.

ɴɪᴇ ᴡɪᴇᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴇɴsᴄʜᴇɴғʟᴇɪsᴄʜ.

ᴍɪᴛ ᴢɪᴛᴛᴇʀɴᴅᴇɴ ʜᴀ̈ɴᴅᴇɴ ʙᴇʀᴇɪᴛᴇᴛᴇ ɪᴄʜ ᴍɪʀ ᴇɪɴᴇ ᴛᴀssᴇ ᴋᴀғғᴇᴇ. ᴅᴇʀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀᴇ ɢᴇʀᴜᴄʜ ᴇʀғᴜ̈ʟʟᴛᴇ ᴅᴇɴ ʀᴀᴜᴍ, ᴅᴏᴄʜ ᴇʀ ᴋᴏɴɴᴛᴇ ᴅɪᴇ ʟᴇᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴍɪʀ ɴɪᴄʜᴛ ғᴜ̈ʟʟᴇɴ. ɪᴄʜ ɴᴀʜᴍ ᴇɪɴᴇɴ sᴄʜʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴜɴᴅ sᴘᴜ̈ʀᴛᴇ, ᴡɪᴇ ᴅɪᴇ ʜᴇɪßᴇ ғʟᴜ̈ssɪɢᴋᴇɪᴛ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇ ᴋᴇʜʟᴇ ʜɪɴᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʙʀᴀɴɴᴛᴇ. ᴇs ᴡᴀʀ ᴇɪɴ sᴄʜᴡᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴏsᴛ.

ɪᴄʜ sᴇᴛᴢᴛᴇ ᴍɪᴄʜ ᴀɴs ғᴇɴsᴛᴇʀ, ᴇɪɴɢᴇᴡɪᴄᴋᴇʟᴛ ɪɴ ᴅɪᴇ Kᴜsᴄʜᴇʟᴅᴇᴄᴋᴇ ᴅɪᴇ ɪᴄʜ ᴇɪɴsᴛ ᴠᴏɴ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇʀ ᴍᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇᴋᴏᴍᴍᴇɴ ʜᴀʙᴇ ᴜɴᴅ ʙʟɪᴄᴋᴛᴇ ʜɪɴᴀᴜs ᴀᴜғ ᴅɪᴇ ʟᴇᴜᴄʜᴛᴇɴᴅᴇɴ ʟɪᴄʜᴛᴇʀ ᴠᴏɴ sᴇᴏᴜʟ. ᴀʟʟᴇs ᴡɪʀᴋᴛᴇ sᴏ ʟᴇʙᴇɴᴅɪɢ, sᴏ ғᴇʀɴ.

"ᴇɪɴᴇs ᴛᴀɢᴇs..." ғʟᴜ̈sᴛᴇʀᴛᴇ ɪᴄʜ ᴢᴜ ᴍɪʀ sᴇʟʙsᴛ. "ᴇɪɴᴇs ᴛᴀɢᴇs sᴇʜᴇ ɪᴄʜ ᴅɪᴄʜ ʜᴏғғᴇɴᴛʟɪᴄʜ ᴡɪᴇᴅᴇʀ, ᴠᴀᴛᴇʀ." ᴜɴᴅ sᴏ sᴀß ɪᴄʜ ᴅᴀ, ᴅᴇɴ ᴋᴀғғᴇᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ, ᴅɪᴇ ᴢɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇɴ ᴜɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ᴅᴜɴᴋᴇʟʜᴇɪᴛ ᴜᴍ ᴍɪᴄʜ ʜᴇʀᴜᴍ ᴅɪᴄʜᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟs ᴊᴇ ᴢᴜᴠᴏʀ.

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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟶𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙾𝚌𝚝. 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶

ɪᴄʜ ᴇʀɪɴɴᴇʀᴇ ᴍɪᴄʜ ᴀɴ ᴅɪᴇ ʜɪᴛᴢᴇ. sɪᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ᴀʟʟᴇs ᴠᴇʀᴢᴇʜʀᴇɴᴅ, sᴇɴɢᴇɴᴅ, ᴇɪɴ ʟᴇʙᴇɴᴅɪɢᴇʀ, ʙʟᴀᴜᴇʀ ᴀʟʙᴛʀᴀᴜᴍ. ᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇʀᴜᴄʜ ᴠᴏɴ ᴠᴇʀʙʀᴀɴɴᴛᴇᴍ ғʟᴇɪsᴄʜ — ᴍᴇɪɴᴇᴍ ᴇɪɢᴇɴᴇɴ — ʜᴀ̈ɴɢᴛ ɴᴏᴄʜ ɪᴍᴍᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇʀ ᴇʀɪɴɴᴇʀᴜɴɢ ᴡɪᴇ ᴇɪɴ ғʟᴜᴄʜ. ɪᴄʜ ᴋᴀɴɴ ɴɪᴄʜᴛ ᴠᴇʀɢᴇssᴇɴ, sᴇʟʙsᴛ ᴡᴇɴɴ ɪᴄʜ ᴇs ᴡᴏʟʟᴛᴇ.

ᴅɪᴇ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʜᴀ̈ᴛᴛᴇ ᴇɪɴᴇ ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇᴘʀᴜ̈ғᴜɴɢ sᴇɪɴ sᴏʟʟᴇɴ.

ᴅʀᴇɪ ɢʜᴜʟᴇ, ᴍᴀ̈ßɪɢ ɢᴇғᴀ̈ʜʀʟɪᴄʜ, ᴍᴇɪɴ ʟᴇᴛᴢᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇsᴛ, ʙᴇᴠᴏʀ ɪᴄʜ ᴏғғɪᴢɪᴇʟʟ ᴢᴜʀ sᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴋʟᴀssᴇ ᴀᴜғsᴛᴇɪɢᴇɴ ᴡᴜ̈ʀᴅᴇ. ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴠᴀᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀᴛᴛᴇ ᴍɪʀ ᴇɪɴɢᴇʙʟᴀ̈ᴜᴛ, ᴅᴀss ᴇs ᴋᴇɪɴᴇ ғᴇʜʟᴇʀ ɢᴇʙᴇɴ ᴅᴜʀғᴛᴇ. "sᴄʜᴇɪᴛᴇʀɴ ɪsᴛ ᴛᴏᴅ" ʜᴀᴛᴛᴇ ᴇʀ ɢᴇsᴀɢᴛ. ᴇʀ ᴡᴜssᴛᴇ ᴇs ʙᴇssᴇʀ ᴀʟs ᴊᴇᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ. ᴇʀ, ᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇғᴜ̈ʀᴄʜᴛᴇᴛsᴛᴇ ɢʜᴜʟᴇʀᴍɪᴛᴛʟᴇʀ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴs. ᴠᴀᴛᴇʀs ʀᴜʜᴍ ʟᴀsᴛᴇᴛᴇ sᴄʜᴡᴇʀ ᴀᴜғ ᴍɪʀ, ᴇɪɴ ʙʟᴇɪᴇʀɴᴇʀ ᴍᴀɴᴛᴇʟ, ᴅᴇɴ ɪᴄʜ ɴɪᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴛᴇ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇɴ ᴡᴏʟʟᴇɴ.

ᴀʟs ɪᴄʜ ᴅᴏʀᴛ ᴀɴᴋᴀᴍ, ᴡᴀʀᴇɴ sɪᴇ ʙᴇʀᴇɪᴛs ᴛᴏᴛ. ɪʜʀᴇ ᴋᴏ̈ʀᴘᴇʀ ʟᴀɢᴇɴ ᴢᴇʀsᴄʜᴍᴇᴛᴛᴇʀᴛ, ᴢᴇʀғᴇᴛᴢᴛ ᴀʟs ʜᴀ̈ᴛᴛᴇ ᴇɪɴ ʀᴀᴜʙᴛɪᴇʀ ᴡᴜ̈ᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴢᴜɢᴇsᴄʜʟᴀɢᴇɴ. ᴜɴᴅ ᴅᴀɴɴ sᴀʜ ɪᴄʜ ɪʜɴ . ᴅᴇɴ ɢʜᴜʟ, ᴅᴇssᴇɴ ᴀᴜɢᴇɴ ᴡɪᴇ ʜᴏ̈ʟʟᴇɴғᴇᴜᴇʀ ʟᴇᴜᴄʜᴛᴇᴛᴇɴ. sᴇɪɴᴇ ʜᴀ̈ɴᴅᴇ ʙʀᴀɴɴᴛᴇɴ ᴍɪᴛ ᴅᴇʀsᴇʟʙᴇɴ ᴜɴᴍᴇɴsᴄʜʟɪᴄʜᴇɴ ᴇɴᴇʀɢɪᴇ. ɪᴄʜ ᴋᴀ̈ᴍᴘғᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴇ ɴɪᴇ ᴢᴜᴠᴏʀ. ᴊᴇᴅᴇʀ sᴄʜʟᴀɢ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇʀ ϙᴜɪɴϙᴜᴇ-ᴋʟɪɴɢᴇ ᴡᴜʀᴅᴇ ᴠᴏɴ sᴇɪɴᴇɴ ʙʟᴀᴜᴇɴ ғʟᴀᴍᴍᴇɴ ᴠᴇʀsᴄʜʟᴜɴɢᴇɴ. ᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀ sᴄʜɴᴇʟʟᴇʀ, sᴛᴀ̈ʀᴋᴇʀ... ɢɴᴀᴅᴇɴʟᴏs. ɪᴄʜ ʜɪɴɢᴇɢᴇɴ ᴡᴀʀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇɴʟᴏs. ɪᴄʜ ғᴜ̈ʜʟᴛᴇ ᴅᴇɴ sᴄʜᴍᴇʀᴢ, ᴀʟs sᴇɪɴᴇ ᴋʟᴀᴜᴇɴ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇ ʀᴇᴄʜᴛᴇ sᴇɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴜʀᴄʜʙᴏʜʀᴛᴇɴ, ʜᴀᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴄʜᴇɴ ᴢᴇʀʀɪssᴇɴ, ʙɪs ɴᴜʀ ɴᴏᴄʜ ʙʟᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅ ᴅᴜɴᴋᴇʟʜᴇɪᴛ ᴜ̈ʙʀɪɢ ʙʟɪᴇʙᴇɴ.

ᴀʟs ɪᴄʜ ᴇʀᴡᴀᴄʜᴛᴇ, ᴡᴀʀ ᴀʟʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅᴇʀs. ᴅᴇʀ sᴛᴇʀɪʟᴇ ɢᴇʀᴜᴄʜ ᴅᴇs ᴋʀᴀɴᴋᴇɴᴢɪᴍᴍᴇʀs ʙɪss ɪɴ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇʀ ɴᴀsᴇ. ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴋᴏ̈ʀᴘᴇʀ ғᴜ̈ʜʟᴛᴇ sɪᴄʜ ғʀᴇᴍᴅ ᴀɴ, sᴄʜᴡᴇʀ... ᴅᴏᴄʜ ʟᴇʙᴇɴᴅɪɢ. ᴇɪɴ ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟʟɪsᴄʜᴇʀ ɢᴇsᴄʜᴍᴀᴄᴋ ʙʀᴀɴɴᴛᴇ ᴀᴜғ ᴍᴇɪɴᴇʀ ᴢᴜɴɢᴇ. ʙʟᴜᴛ. ᴇs ᴡᴀʀ ᴋᴏ̈sᴛʟɪᴄʜ.

ɪᴄʜ ᴡᴜ̈ʀɢᴛᴇ, ᴇɴᴛsᴇᴛᴢᴛ ᴜ̈ʙᴇʀ ᴍɪᴄʜ sᴇʟʙsᴛ.

ᴅᴀɴɴ ᴋᴀᴍ ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴠᴀᴛᴇʀ. sᴇɪɴᴇ ᴍɪᴇɴᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ᴡɪᴇ sᴛᴇɪɴ, sᴇɪɴᴇ sᴛɪᴍᴍᴇ ᴋᴀʟᴛ ᴜɴᴅ ᴋᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟɪᴇʀᴛ. "ᴢᴜʟᴀ-ᴄʜᴀɴ..", sᴀɢᴛᴇ ᴇʀ. "sɪᴇ ʜᴀʙᴇɴ ᴅɪᴄʜ ɢᴇʀᴇᴛᴛᴇᴛ. ᴀᴜғ ɪʜʀᴇ ᴡᴇɪsᴇ." ᴇʀ ᴇʀᴋʟᴀ̈ʀᴛᴇ, ᴅᴀss sɪᴇ ᴍɪʀ ᴏʀɢᴀɴᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴘʟᴀɴᴛɪᴇʀᴛ ʜᴀᴛᴛᴇɴ — ᴅɪᴇ ᴅᴇs ɢʜᴜʟs ᴅᴇʀ ᴍɪᴄʜ ʙᴇɪɴᴀʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴏ̈ᴛᴇᴛ ʜᴀᴛᴛᴇ.

ɪᴄʜ sᴘᴜ̈ʀᴛᴇ, ᴡɪᴇ sɪᴄʜ ᴅɪᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴛ ᴜᴍ ᴍɪᴄʜ ᴅʀᴇʜᴛᴇ, ᴀʟs ᴅɪᴇ ᴡᴀʜʀʜᴇɪᴛ ᴍɪᴄʜ ᴛʀᴀғ. ᴇɪɴ sᴘɪᴇɢᴇʟ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴅᴇʀ ᴇᴄᴋᴇ ᴅᴇs ʀᴀᴜᴍᴇs. ᴢɪᴛᴛᴇʀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴛ ɪᴄʜ ɴᴀ̈ʜᴇʀ, ᴜɴᴅ ᴅᴀs ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ sᴛᴀʀʀᴛᴇ ᴍɪᴄʜ ᴀɴ: ᴇɪɴ sᴄʜᴡᴀʀᴢᴇs ᴀᴜɢᴇ ᴍɪᴛ ᴇɪɴᴇʀ ʙʟᴜᴛʀᴏᴛᴇɴ ɪʀɪs, ᴇɪɴ ɢʀᴀᴜsᴀᴍᴇs ᴀʙʙɪʟᴅ ᴅᴇs ᴡᴇsᴇɴs, ᴅᴀs ɪᴄʜ ᴊᴀɢᴇɴ sᴏʟʟᴛᴇ.

"ᴡᴀʀᴜᴍ..." ᴍᴇɪɴᴇ sᴛɪᴍᴍᴇ ᴋʟᴀɴɢ ʜᴇɪsᴇʀ, ɢᴇʙʀᴏᴄʜᴇɴ. "ᴡᴀʀᴜᴍ ʜᴀsᴛ ᴅᴜ ᴍɪᴄʜ ɴɪᴄʜᴛ sᴛᴇʀʙᴇɴ ʟᴀssᴇɴ?"

𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟶𝟸

[gh0ulaink]

⎯ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?

sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.

⎯ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴʜᴜᴍᴀɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɪs ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ. @thexheretic

[thexheretic]

The smell of metal, disinfectant, and something that could never be fully washed away — the echo of violence — lingered in the air. She was not carried in, but simply thrown onto the operating table, as if someone had decided along the way that the journey had already gone too far to afford any care.

Her body was half torn apart, skin and tissue unevenly distributed between what the ghoul had left of her and what her father still considered 'salvageable.' He was still in the room; his posture rigid, more out of impatience than concern. »I need her alive,« he had said.

Il Dottore did not look up. »She is more dead than alive.«

»Make her useful.« It was less a request than an order. Everything that mattered was an agreement on outcome.

The ghoul that had nearly ripped her in half lay there as well — or rather, what remained of it. Her father had managed to take it down. Its organ had been carefully extracted, as if it had never been part of a living, convulsing body, but merely a component with the wrong origin.

Dottore worked with precision. There was no time for hesitation or unnecessary incisions. He widened the gaping wound, exposed vessels as though redefining where life was allowed to begin rather than repairing what was already there. Threads of suture pulled through tissue that should have long given up.

The machines maintained the rhythm while he inserted something that had never been meant for her. The moment of implantation was not a dramatic interruption, but a quiet shift. When the patient's heart finally began to work against the improbability of its own existence, he noted only one thought. Not compatible. And yet, it worked.

[gh0ulaink]

sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ sᴏ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

[gh0ulaink]

ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ.

[gh0ulaink]

𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 - 𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕞

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[gh0ulaink]

sᴘʀɪɴɢ ɪs ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ.

[gh0ulaink]

ɪ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.

[gh0ulaink]

ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ.

[patchouii]

unique and beautiful tattoos to let people know you might have some thoughts on nbc’s hannibal 🗡️ 🦌 ☕️

[dogheadedsaint]