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The grass is cold, the air tastes like stale sugar, my gum is still sweet, and the silence is finally perfect. Now... who should I play with next?

Don’t blink. The glitter is only there to hide what’s moving in the corners: a crimson waltz in a sea of silver, are you watching closely?

The city’s been searching for a girl who doesn’t exist anymore. Little do they know, I’m right here, and this shade of crimson is much too loud for a ghost.

The hallway whistled back at me tonight but when I checked, the air was vacant, save for a suspiciously velvet-heavy scents that still lingers. How chic. So, I’ll allow the noise, just this once..

Midnight in the city and I caught a glimpse of a ghost in couture: Miss Jang. Where she’s going, the dress code is ‘lethal’, and the rest of the details? Those stay between her and the blade. Sssh!

In a world of Blue Leaves, the most delicate silhouette often carries the sharpest edge. Don’t be fooled by the charm, the gaze is lethal…