ARAMIDE
Well, it wasn't like that was completely wrong, she did feel like she was heading straight for destruction.
The thick smell of metal filled Aramide's nostril,Her leather jacket sat on her shoulder while her black trousers remained glued to her skin, a blade was lightly tucked in her boots while a pointed object served as her hair pin, Her afro had been straightened and tied in a small bun, she was ready for anything.
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