Time, isolation and perpetual debunking by those who continue to hunt us have managed to whittle our existence into a figment of imagination, a part of your local folklore---stories so gnarled and distorted. No more than legends to scare your offspring into obedience or courageous attempts to explain the arcane. Shame, the place we take in the society today. We are now tales plummeting into obsolescence.

Available on GoodNovel App "Just like in highschool, if you have the rooftop, it means that it is your territory and there would be no one to stop your ascension...but, standing at the top gives bittersweet feelings too in between your glory and your sorry." --- Black Butterfly (Bella Echizen Smith)