𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 || SNIPER MASK
"His gun was mere inches away from your temple, back pressed against the wall as your only source of support. As much as you hated the damn masked man in front of you, the mystery was alluring." Suddenly sent spiraling down in the vigorous world, your choice is to either succumb to the sweet release of death, or use y...