Yoυ’re тαĸιɴɢ α нell oғ α rιѕĸ, liselletloak.
{ coɴтrol. ♦ } — ❝You shouldn’t be alive.❞
His tone is masked by cool indifference. He can’t
afford the risk, the element of surprise these days.
Too many talk, ceaselessly wagging their tongues,
and he all but grimaces. The discomfort present in
the way his nose wrinkles, accompanying the slight
furrow of his brow.
❝You’ve an impeccable knack for
survival. How are you still standing?❞
♠