TW:SH

Unanswered messages and unanswered tears, unchecked incoming and outgoing calls and a body that didn't move in the frigid night. The ritual of self-destruction was disturbed by the presence of another angry body, but not for long.

"Tell me you didn't just do what I'm thinking..." Samatoki whispered, looking at you and looking at the scene in your room. Handkerchiefs covered in a crimson red, hinting at the suffering that dripped down your forearm.