She's out of cigarettes.

You again.

"Unless you happen to have a fresh pack, won't you kindly fuck off?" It is October 4th. She has not fed since September 3rd. If he were to drop a body right now.. hm.

"..." Most of her subjects had gone comatose, just as she was on the brink of a breakthrough. Her hunger and frustration was evident on her features. "Why would I treat you like a colleague?"

Lights a cigarette.

She takes the cigarette from her mouth and crushes it in her fist. The pain is minimal. Her last feed is still pushing through her veins.

𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

Lights a cigarette.

— — don't come any closer!

Blood drips in thick strings down a smooth chin. Failure tastes sweeter than she remembers.

The hospital overlords have submitted Akira to her own ward due to a bloody little slip up. Nine months of sobriety have dwindled into nothing. She has specifically requested that @SKlNNEDALIVE not be her primary overseer.

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