𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗦 𝗔𝗗𝗩𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘 , 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭
Death had always followed Five. Always close nipping on her heels like a stray cat begging for food. But no matter how hard death had tried to take her away, the poison would leave a bad taste in her mouth, the water would expel from her weak lungs, or the deep cuts would stitch themselves up like a mere scrap. Part o...