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Crimson hair;

Periwinkle eyes.

Bit-taller than medium height.

A guarded personality.

An exotic-looking girl,

Hiding her blood-stained past.

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Exactly an year ago,

Gloves was in a jail cell;

Her fate dependent on the heavens.

A psychotic jester set her free;

And a white-haired boy

Captured her heart.

At that time,

She had thought

Him perfect.

But that,

If she loved him,

She would kill him.

A year passed.

The wheel of time turned,

The fates spin on.

Her story too, changed.

From one of grief and suffering;

Of pain and misery.

Behold Gloves -

This is your story.

Your love story.

Your adventure story.

Your exploration story.

Y o u r story -

Where your fate lies in your own hands.

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