𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰

ᅠ he is death. wilted flowers and rotten flesh. grief surrounds him like solidarity and anger. hands are soaked in blood — permanent. ┈─ 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐜 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐲. ᅠ

what substance do i have to abuse to survive another month

// Head up to my PT5 moots; He’s got files on almost all of the members of Passione, save for Diavolo/ Doppio Even if you think he doesn’t… He knows.

// Me when I get a response from that one moot

𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬 ⠀ ⠀ 𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬. . . The clock on the wall of the interrogation room ticks away as he stares at 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. . .

Are you okay???