Yukio

The blood on her skin began to dry as she was now exposed to the elements of the beginning of winter, a light dusting of snow on the ground. She had just escaped a mental asylum after killing who knows how many. Dozens, maybe more? But the fact was she was gonna be hunted soon once morning breaks and everyone found out what happened... She collapsed in a ally, ignoring the cold biting her skin and especially her feet. She missed, أنت. The chemicals made him disappear and she hated how they poked at her insides as she began to cry. "Fuck... I killed so many. Just for, أنت! Ugh... please come back. I'm gonna kill myself without you..."