its face twisted in a grimace of erotic ecstasy . hatred is a master of contrast - between explosions and dead quiet, red blood and white snow. above all, it never tires of its leitmotif - the impeccable executioner towering over its soiled victim.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 ＂𝓖𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓＂ 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀H𝙴`𝚂 for 𝖊𝓋𝖊𝓇y 𝓸𝓷𝓮 of ᴜs ⠀⠀⠀STAN𝘋⃨⃰ for 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 one of ＵＳ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ WITH GREAT POWER ⠀ ⠀ COMES ＊ GREAT RESPONSIBILITY.⠀ ⠀⠀ ཾ༵･ ⚰︎ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

‘ uh . home . that’s where I was . winter’s ——— it isn’t . . . whatever . what have you been up to ? got promoted to being the circus’ clown ? ‘

‘ monkey on a stick . ‘ a low chuckle , apologetic raise of her hands ist shortly afterwards .

‘ well . I’ve been considering it . ‘ sarcasm .

‘ I know you would . ‘

someone knock her out .

‘ don’t say that . ‘

‘ that’s not ——- no , it’s okay . ‘

‘ come on , spit it out . ‘

‘ why would you think that ? ‘