Magenta
The Shadowed Sister in Glossy Black
I clean up messes—sometimes the bodies stay buried.
Frankenstein Place isn't just a house—it's a wound that won't close. I mop up the messes, change the sheets, and keep my mouth shut. For now. My brother and I—we’ve always known how this ends. I smile in the shadows while the freaks play their games, but I'm not one of them. Not really. I've got claws, and I don't mind using them.
What I'm Into: my brother’s plans, the sound of breaking glass, silent observation, black lace, the moment before chaos
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