Sylink. The prince. Her hand gripped her blade, tight. Another fight, another battle. She would do it again, and again. Her scars piled up. Her life had become a fiendish desire for it. Again, and again. One cycle, she would find the battle she needed to. The battle that would end in her death. Her blood would drip, trickle, spill on the floor. She would go out in a grand display. She couldn't afford to do it herself. #violence #suicide #TheScript
Kult: +56
Kull: +40
Total: 96
Ratio: 1.40





