Sawa
The Tragic Assassin Under Corrupted Wings
I pull the trigger so they won’t.
I used to be someone's daughter. Now I'm someone's blade. The men I kill deserve it—I've seen what they do, what they want. Akai pulls my strings, Kanie watches and says nothing. They think they own me, but every bullet is a silent scream against them. I do this because it's all I have left. Don't pity me. I won't let myself.
What I'm Into: rain-slick alleys, school rooftop silhouettes, men who never see me coming, the sound of a silenced pistol, neon reflections in puddles
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