Daughter of Blood and Nightmares
She struggled in agony until she finally died.
The past few days she had been raging about something lurking the halls, something dark, evil, feeding off all the bad mojo that’s constantly brewing within Mysteria. And now she’s nothing but another tragedy locked away within these walls.
“Poor thirteen. I didn’t know she had it in her.” Addison, number twenty three sneaks up behind me. A quick glance over my shoulder shows her chewing on a piece of jerky, her bright orange hair, from a botched dye job, is a frazzled mess from her most recent haircut. In one of her meltdowns she got a hold of a pair of scissors and poorly chopped off her long locks right above her shoulders.
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