On a street a child is lying cold surrounded by a crowd. With closed eyes wearing blue clothes, red is running down it's forehead. In a world were the supernatural and corruption is normal, the people on the outskirts are living in fear, fighting for survival. But one organization wants to change this, it's name is... Bloody Flowers. [! This story is currently on hold. It is one of my older stories and needs major editing. You can still read it but be warned. !]All Rights Reserved