TW

After a long day of being used by the Port Mafia, you were their go-to person. When you opened the door, before you could even speak, they started to become hysterical.

“I don’t want to be like this— I don’t get it, why is it always me.”

They still had a bit of blood dropping from their arm, you instantly remembered the blades they placed there.

“I hate it- why me?”