Nov 23, 2015
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She didn’t believe it when she heard it.
Roman Torchwick?
Dead?
Ha.
Blake had to see this for herself. Her footsteps were silent as she traveled through the cemetery- heading to where he was rumored to be buried. The faunus slowed when she saw the name shine in the light.
Roman Torchwick.
She scoffed before looking around-- still not believing this was real. Her eyes floated back on the grave before her lips curled up in a snarl. A small wet spot appeared on the marker followed by her shadow.
In a low voice, she spoke.
“I’m just doing what’s right.”
