This is not a life cycle, nor a ballet pirouette on a cheerful stage.
It is a love cycle, fluctuating between violence and feelings, faith and fall.
It all started when Mo Kenneth demanded:
- Dance with me if you can.
Nanna nodded and smiled innocently, assuming he had a childish crush on her, so she decided to grant him a delicate little dance.
Little did she know she agreed to be the ballerina in his toybox, preforming the creepiest non ending violent pirouette for the devil himself.
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