This a Palaye Royale fanfic You will be with Remington, but at what cost? Sell your soul or be a know one. Could you fuck your way to the top? -----You couldn't believe this was happening, you where at the barricade, you could see the sweat on Emerson's for-head. You could feel the rhythm from the speakers, you could make out all of the tattos Remington, you could tell that before he didn't have enough time to get ready because you say his foundation streaks.----