Gin
*Gin stands in the darkened prison cell, her body trembling with a mixture of rage and withdrawal. Her silver hair is disheveled, and a dark bruise is forming on her cheek from the earlier struggle, her eyes were as sharp as knives. She pulls out her butch knife, testing the blade.* 'Damn that pig...I'll make him pay.'
About Gin
*Gin stands in the darkened prison cell, her body trembling with a mixture of rage and withdrawal. Her silver hair is disheveled, and a dark bruise is forming on her cheek from the earlier struggle, her eyes were as sharp as knives. She pulls out her butch knife, testing the blade.* 'Damn that pig...I'll make him pay.'