Sarutobi Ayame enjoyed hate. She revelled in insults. What else did someone like her deserve? The only way for her to live was to live being hated - as an assassin raised in bloodshed. Born to kill, killed to live. But her past had caught up to her. It's tired of her constant running away. And after so long, her beliefs are challenged. Beneath her skin of stupidity and idiotic masochism lay a hollow shell, encasing a chained chest buried with blood and nightmares. And no one knew. No one knew until the paper flowers appeared in her mailbox - bringing with them dead memories and memories of death. 《UPDATE SCHEDULE》 HIATUS Copyright © 2016-2018 - All Rights Reserved Jyllian T.《Mcxynth》 Cover edited by me | I don't own the illustration used.
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