Jun 29, 2014
FIVE
cryptovirologist
clashedcalligraphy
thexmet
thefirecancatchme
veronicawarner
Dropping echoed from the abandoned bathroom's walls, stained with an undescribable fluid, just like the crimson paint splattered across, as if it was a mere canvas. And there he stood, in a pool of blood, reflecting his panting, pale self, the knife he held, but--- he is not alone. The criminal chuckled, leaning his slender frame against the sink. "Woul' ya believe me, if Ah told'cha tha' yer eyes're playin' tricks on ya?"
