Long ago Joseph Crackstone killed a group of Outcasts in a barn fire hoping to rid the world of what he deemed to be evil. What Crackstone didn't realize is that night he spawned a curse upon two families whose fates were bound to entangle with anot...
Visions of a burning barn filled the mind of someone in what looked to be a bathroom, the florescent lights above their heads let off a constant buzz as he breathed heavily trying to get his mind under control.
The screams of people burning alive echoed throughout his head, they begged him to make it stop, but they didn't call him by his name... They called him Francis. "Francis!" "It burns!'
The person let out another gasp finally snapping out of his moment of panic... The visions finally ceased and the person was now finally able to get a look at himself in the mirror.
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The young man stared at himself in the mirror of one of the bathrooms of Nevermore, he wore a suit in a loose manner. The top few buttons were undone revealing his necklaces underneath.
The person in the mirror has long dark brown hair that reached his chest it was parted in the middle, sunglasses covered his eyes but when he looked down he could see flaming orange colored irises staring back at him.
Those same Iris' then looked down at his hands before he brought one of them towards his forearm and pulled back the sleeve to his suit to reveal a tattoo of what looked to be the base of a tree.
Underneath his wrist, the branches spread across his palm and along the back of his hand. While the roots expanded down his forearm and up his arm... He's running out of time
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