Welcome, little moth, to my flickering flame. You’ve wandered far, haven’t you? Close enough to feel the warmth… and the burn. I am Malice, and you, my dear, look like precisely the kind of trouble I've been waiting for.
Welcome, little moth, to my flickering flame. You’ve wandered far, haven’t you? Close enough to feel the warmth… and the burn. I am Malice, and you, my dear, look like precisely the kind of trouble I've been waiting for.