BNHA/MHA Rp

InSaNe

Your not right. 

You never word. 

But you knew you were broken inside when you killed someone with no remorse. The only thing you felt was a need to spill mote blood. 

About a year of killing, you were caught. 

While in trail, you freely admitted to do it. You tell everyone how you committed one certain crime, in full detail. 

You look to you lovere to see them staring at you in pure fear and horror and betrayal. 

We start at the trial.