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⠀ ᵗʰᵉ * 𝖈a͟t͟'s ฅ 𝖒e͟o͟w͟. ⠀

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󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀

󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀

󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀

󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀

󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀

󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀

󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀

󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀

󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀

@lacedincrimson " What a shame. I've always wondered what it'd be like to be one of the names on that list. To be the art instead of the artist " his voice is tinged with a chilling calmness, his eyes devoid of light.

@ignisbaptism shifting on her feet, crimson staining her cheeks from his words alone. not even realizing she was doing that at first. “ no, no… you’re good— at least for now, ” she adds with a little teasing in her voice.

@lacedincrimson It's great if you love reminiscing on past accomplishments. See how far you've come. If that's your thing …

@lacedincrimson " Is that why you've been staring at my neck for the past few minutes ? Am I about to become your next victim ? " A smirk, devoid of any trace of fear, painting his face from ear to ear.

@ignisbaptism I’ll get there soon eventually, starving myself just to avoid it will overrule and I’ll stop caring… hate that I’m still too attached to my humanity

@lacedincrimson If it were easy everyone would do it, right ? For me it's as simple as a light switch. Desire just turns it on and off for me. You get used to it. The light fading from their eyes.

@ignisbaptism I’m trying my best, I just can’t get past seeing their faces… as I kill them. like—— how does one just turn their humanity off like that for good?

@lacedincrimson Life never turns out as we expect. I dreamed of becoming an artist and here I am — still an artist, in a way. Embrace it. Own it.

@ignisbaptism it’s not exactly what I dreamed of my life turning out to be. becoming a monster and all…

@lacedincrimson here you are. Inflicting pain on others.

@ignisbaptism I didn’t really have a choice thanks to being kidnapped and held against my will. now here I am…

@lacedincrimson Dropping out of college was the best decision I made. Not like anything could come close to the satisfaction grocery shopping provides.

@ignisbaptism I mean… I was about to graduate from college so reminiscing on my accomplishments is sort of my thing if I’m honest.

@lacedincrimson It's near impossible to know the exact number after a while. All I know is i've been " buying my own groceries " for seven years now. This notebook is my magnum opus, my tour de force, my mona lisa, my ninth symphony. In short, my life.

@ignisbaptism how many ( victims ) are on this list?

growing crankier, s’pose it’s time for her next victim possibly.