There is something so very evil in the beige sort of uncaring of Luna.
When she was a tad bit younger, before she arrived at the Helvon Academy to wreak havoc among the students, she was always alone and inside her bedroom located at the top of a building. The other houses below appeared as many doll houses from her closed and bolted windows. As a child, she would hover her fingers before her eyes and pretend that she controls every move of the people below her. They were dolls with no thoughts, no feelings or wishes, each only born to serve her. So, if they had no use for her, it was their purpose to die quietly and without screaming or speaking of their pains in words or art. In her eyes, it was not a difficult task to do, to control them, play with their emotions, she had been manipula
