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A A R A N

Age: Twenty-Six

Her Poor world shattered into pieces, exactly like this piece of vase, shattering into fine pieces beneath my shoes. The world she set up was finally shattering into pieces. I tug my hand in my pocket, my calm eyes looking at her, while her bloody red eyes are begging for forgiveness.

Her forehead is covered with blood and sweat. The Blood is dripping on the floor, matching the colour of her outfit and the fear in her eyes is giving me a feeling of satisfaction. She is a pretty woman with a well-maintained body, but she's the ugliest woman you can even meet. She has to die.