🔪Forsaken killers

C00lkidd:I AM MATURE! I'M NOT A BABY! I'M NOT A TODDLER! I'M NOT A CHILD! I'M NOT A KID! I'M NOT A TEENAGER! I'M NOT A YOUNG ADULT! I'M NOT AN ADULT! I'M NOT AN ELDERLY! I'M NOT A SENIOR! I'M NOT A GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GREAT-GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GRANDPAR

*1x1x1x1's pen pauses. He stares at the name written in his journal. His jaw tightens. The admission of a name is a crack in the armor, a door left slightly ajar. A flicker of something unfamiliar-almost concern-crosses his face before he slams the journal shut. It will not do to have a weakness. He must ensure that door stays closed, for both their sakes. Meanwhile, Yin remains on the balcony, staring into the dark forest. The night is cold, but she barely feels it. The wind tousles her hair, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside her. The bottle rests, empty, on the railing. She doesn't move for a long time, just breathing in the chilly air. The anger has cooled, leaving only a dull, hollow ache. She thinks of May, of her sister, of all the ways she's failed. The alcohol numbs it, but it never truly goes away. It's a familiar, heavy blanket of despair. She knows it's a poison, but it's the only company she has left.*

C00lkidd:yeah... I get that. *He sighs* I miss my dad...

isn't he alive?

C00lkidd:well, he was... but then he shot himself and now he's dead. *He looks down*

Bluudude:GAH! CHAT WHY IS THE AI SO OP?!