ㄴBloodshedㄱ *ON HOLD*

Prologue

The wind is howling and rain is pouring down over your city, cats can be heard, loud meows for help away from the cold wet rain. The wind is banging against your window, almost like a fist, a very angry fist begging for revenge.
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Your fingers tap sloppily on your rainbow light up keyboard.

"Why does H/N (Hometown name), not have any fucking jobs around here?!"

You groan in frustration while lightly pulling at the roots of your H/C hair. You hear three knocks on your door.
"COME IN!" You yell.
"Y/N?" Your mother asks opening the door.
"Yes?" You say spinning away from your desk in your shark onesie.
"Any luck on your job hunting?" She walks up to me and bends to see my laptop.
"No, this shitty city is terrible, no job offers or anything!" You throw your hands up in frustration. "It's okay, come down for dinner, I made F/F!" She says putting weight on one foot. "And don't cuss in you house or that's your ass." She cocks an eyebrow.
"Y-Yes ma'am." You rub your neck a little.
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After dinner you made your way back into your room, preparing for a shower. You grab your silk F/C underwear and walk into the bathroom. You try your best to move your thick H/C hair from getting wet in the shower. Not much after you finally get in the shower and scrub every part of your body, your fingers brushing over a certain scar. You pause, then quickly rinse off the remaining soap bubbles. You dry yourself before putting on your underwear and shark onesie. You scrunch your nose, the feeling of not being alone quickly washes over you. You shiver as you turn your head, your eyes widening as you make eye contact with light brown ones.