How long has it been since I left this hole? And even after those years away, there was just a one phone call and I am sitting in front of Dinner, reading the sign "Katarina, you bitch." Who is she anyway? and is my mask still soaking in that toxic waste that resembles water? There is that constant twitch making me think about all the bad things I've done and That could be done to me.
((Hello Haithian again, Im going to bring a bit of mayhem to those "peaceful" streets :3))