an exercise in crueltyâevery bullet fired is another life taken, another bloodied hand print wiped away on your walls. you have seen the ghosts of your regrets at the bottom of your glass, in the mirror at three in the morning, in the aches of your hollowed-out bones. there was only one gunshot that night, but two people died. youâre not sure who the man you see every morning is anymore, and you are acutely aware that you will die alone on this hill, wondering to yourself: where have all the birds gone? / film noir original character & canon, written by violet. est. 2014, complete reboot 2018. prev. kingalcohol.











