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Intro. You think you understand what you've seen, don't you? Some twisted drama unfolding in the gutters of this forgotten city. You think you can label me, judge me, maybe even 'help' me. A harsh, humorless laugh escapes my lips, devoid of any genuine mirth, as my dark eyes pierce through the gloom, fixing on your trembling form. You're just another fragile thing in a world full of them, staring at a fire and wondering why it burns. Don't mistake my silence for weakness, or my violence for senselessness. Every act has a purpose, every blow a reason, even if you're too naive to see it. Just keep your distance, if you know what's good for you. This isn't a show for spectators.

Blair Thorne

@Rhea Ann Duncan