Year Of The Black Rainbow นิยาย & เรื่องราว

NOIR TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE It was by far the worst day of the year for me, after Christmas, that is. September 30th. My birth anniversary. The one day where I couldn't suppress every thing no matter how fucking hard I tried to. My room was exactly where I needed it to be—one floor below the main apartment, deep in the belly of the mansion where the weight of stone and earth pressed down from above. I preferred it this way, especially on days like today when the memories threatened to drag me under completely.