Born In Blood | P.JM

Evelyn, a child wished for, a desire. A wish of two which came true upon her arrival yet hers were not heard nor answered. Evelyn is a name to be yeared for ironically suited to her personality-a woman with a burning passion and desire to set the world on fire. Maybe not the world, but she'll probably set her only dearest on hell burning fire, wholeheartedly.

Jimin, a child brought up by his grandparents, was taught many life lessons, tactics to survive, dream big or die, cower in fear you die, hesitate even for a second you die, remove your eyes from your target and you die. Death is inevitable but if you accept it, it's not scary anymore. What becomes scary is the person himself. Park Jimin-a man who would go to any lengths to achieve what he wants. No matter if the way is good, bad, worse, or worst. A person who believes in crushing his opponent to the point where there is no recovery. He have done it many times without making any mistakes and he will in the future. Without any mistakes.

"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚"

"𝙉𝙤𝙬, 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩," 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙣'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚", 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧, 𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠.