Knock. Knock, knock, knock. I'm wanted. It's only been two days since my nose was broken and my body was covered in bruises, and now I'm wanted again. Must mean I'm on the Top 10 List of Wanted a.k.a. the LoW. How ironic.
Also, my blood is still red, I've discovered.
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Psychos
Short StoryA white facility in which all of the walls, plates, and even food are white. Until they're not- when you get a black tray, that means you'll be in the next arena match. The story follows a crazed girl hoping to escape the prison. You're bound to be...
