The scratching had become an addiction for her, sort of like cutting for people who are depressed. It took her mind off of the bigger things, like the torment he was causing her.
She picked up the pen with one hand, having to wear a bandage to stop the bleeding on her neck.
Let me be honest here.
I miss Allen and Alfred.
Ever since that bastard gave me my memories back, I've wondered about where they are.
Who they are.
What they are.
I've got no allies anymore.
That demon stole my soul and is using it against me, only appearing if I want to offer more for him to have.
I always answer no.
I think I finally realized who was in that dream.
I think the one I should be scared of is myself.
Someone help me.
I'll make a contract with you.
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Case Files & Theories
General FictionScribbled across the cover page of the Microsoft Word document was very messy handwriting. It read, "Case Files & Theories". What was in there? You decided to take a look, since the detective herself was out of the office. (Official Detective Anon f...
