Dema was her høme. She was børn there, she lived there, she wøuld die there. There was nø need tø leave Dema, the bishøps tøld her there was nøthing beyønd its børders. Ruby tøøk their wørds as gøspel until sømeøne frøm her past shøwed her the truth.

*This book contains intense/ possibly triggering themes. This book is meant to discourage self-harm/suicide, not promote it.* Folina and Tyler Joseph were always close growing up. They shared each other's joy, and they shared each other's pain. The only difference between the two was that as Tyler grew up, he was able to focus his pain into his music, Folina wasn't so lucky. She was forced to live with her pain, the only way she saw to make it stop was to give up. She almost took the step, until her brother's friend Josh pulled her back.

A woman: once full of compassion and discernment, is now over come with despair. She is the embodiment of her inner demons. She was a strong striving bandito, that is now a piercing blurryface. Her features are unclear and twisted. The sight of her could make anyone bleed with fear. Her eyes glow red, as she only sees brokenness, pain, and suffering : black and white. No color. Just Neon lights. Her one goal is to convert others into herself. She may reach the peak: a bishop. Ruler of sorrow. King of evil. The black marks on her skin cover every inch of her body, only leaving her face behind. No. She is no longer chained by the bishops, she is imprisoned by her own body. Her own thoughts have deceived her into a monstrous being. You must fight your way out of Dema. You must fight your way from yourself. You just need to wake up. But morning is when night is dead, how long before you lose your head? *Just any other Trench fanfic that I hope stands out to you and that you enjoy uwu *