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.