❝ i s̻̅e͚̽e̬͠ ͇͝y̹̿ò̢u̹̕. ❞
the five senses. - @mistermassacre
lights flash in the alley as cars pass by , the sounds of liquid dripping slowly into a pool of blood echoes in the dark location. a scarred hand picked up the bloody knife which laid beside a rather small corpse , the reflection of those silver eyes appeared on the blade as he rotated the weapon. the sudden voice has made him stop his movements , though not bothering to turn around and check for the source. ‘ . . . you saw nothing. ‘












