Prequel of Flawed | BSDxReader ✓
Make sure you have read the Book One before going here so you don't miss on the thrills and important details of the story!
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You may have discovered your reason of living, but then you must lose it in exchange for a...
A/N: Hello! Just a reminder before reading, from this chapter on, read at your own risk. We all know that Fyodor, Mafia Dazai and the others are associated with violence, gore, strong language and many more, so expect a bit detailed writing by author-chan. Actually, the first thing I did was mark this book as MATURE (and I'm having fun brainstorming ngl heh)
Other than that, you may now read! You know the drill, I recommend to listen to the song while reading :))
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— MIDNIGHT QUEEN BEGINS —
In a foreign country, there is a secret, underground prison in which one of the most dangerous criminal in the world is held captive.
He has long, dark, messy hair, with sharp, beguiling dark purple eyes that could tear you apart, in which he specializes in.
"Heh ..." The man chuckled, biting the tip of his thumb where he didn't give a single flying fuck about the bleeding.
Every tiny sound echoes from his sinful animus to the cold, dark prison. Any noise resonates as his entire place was made of strong steel, hinting that he is alone, especially in this very corner of Godforsaken whereabouts, as if the other prisoners were taken away from him.
Could it be that... he killed someone with just one touch?
"Just a few more seconds to midnight ..."
Since he's in an underground prison, strictly monitored and chained to perfection, the only thing he rely on right now is the time. Since he was brought here, he never stopped counting inside his head. He knows exactly what time it is now, every second perfectly matches the world clock, he analyzed the correct clock ticking algorithm before being held captive. Such a sinister mindset, anything to get his bloody plan in motion.
Then he grinned even more when he finally heard a commotion outside the guard station.
"Ah. The time has come, perhaps."
The noises get louder, he could hear all the ruckuses from the surface to his own cold, dark cell. The noise travels from above to his cell, creating echo, it was an indeed music to his ears.
They were screams and violent retorts, some begging for mercy, but answered with an insatiable desire for execution, as if the guardians of heaven had fallen to hell all at once.
He looked up, smiling as he proclaimed his victory.
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Men falling as a woman in silhouette rises from the darkness, she behaves strangely as if everything is calculated. As if you were born for this.
"W-Who are you?"
A man on the ground asked you, currently drowning in his own blood from the slit on his neck you inflicted on him, as if it was the last thing he scrounge to know before his own death befell him. His executioner.
