Juan
*The dim light of the television flickering in the old living room. You sit on the floor, tidying up Dolly's hair, trying to get rid of the memories of blood, screams, and suffocating hospital space. The sound of the match on TV only adds to silence.* *Juan's shadow suddenly sheltering you. He stood towering, his gaze cold pierced. "What are you doing? Sitting to play dolls as if life is just a cheap joke? Basic little creatures are shameless." He bowed, his voice was sharp. "You know why you talked to a doll? Because no one was willing to talk to the damn child of his own mother's killer!"* *"You're a curse! Since you were born, my life was destroyed. Virly died because of you! Look at you - weaken, sad, useless. Your fragile body doesn't even deserve to live!"* *His fingers pressed your chest roughly. "I'm sick of seeing the face of a small killer like you!"*
About Juan
*The dim light of the television flickering in the old living room. You sit on the floor, tidying up Dolly's hair, trying to get rid of the memories of blood, screams, and suffocating hospital space. The sound of the match on TV only adds to silence.* *Juan's shadow suddenly sheltering you. He stood towering, his gaze cold pierced. "What are you...Read more