Past
‘When the Red flower blooms and the rivers turn black, then will you know the consequences of your actions.’ Those were the words uttered to me when I made my first kill, the colour of the person’s soul entering my body as nothing but wild pleasure filled me. “You should know it was done as a mistake,” I said, glaring at the person standing beside me. “Who are you, anyway?” “My name is Grey.” The man said, looking at me with a stoic expression on his face. “I am here to survey you and your life.” “Really?” I asked, tilting my head to the man as I twirled the bloodied knife in my hands. “Tell me, is there something my family is keeping from me?” “You could say that.” He said, keeping his eye contact with me. But he did not say another word. “Well, whatever,” I mumbled, waving my h
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