I only vaguely remember the night that followed, it felt more like a dream than the reality I found in the aftermath. I sought out my 'teammates' in the dead of the night, it was like I was in a trance.
Moving through the shadows, I entered the homes of the targets. I don't remember the specifics of what happened when I found them, and I don't need to know.
Knowing the aftermath of what I did is already enough...
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Color Flow [Remake]
FanfictionThis is a rewrite of my original version of this story, I'm trying to make it less cringy and awful.