#* scarworn .

𝙺𝙽𝙾𝙲𝙺 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝙲𝙺 , 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚅 . 𝚆𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙰𝙽𝚈 . the voice inside his head mocked . dent knew she was there ; every room pamela walked into nowadays seemed to become infested with her perfume . sickeningly sweet and moist , the aroma was like what he thought a jungle after rainfall would smell like . harvey , however , remained slouched over his desk . he was not in the mood for visitors ; five people had died in a traffic accident which had been his doing . four innocent lives in exchange for one rotten man ... harvey took another sip of his whiskey to quiet down the pain . instead , the reptilian voice inside of his cranium became amplified .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ" we're all very democratic 'round these parts , ivy , " the chimney voice which spoke sounded nothing like harvey's . the lamp on his desk only illuminated the disgraced district attorney's handsome half ; the ruined one remained hidden in the shadows with only one wide wet eye occasionally glistening in the dark . harv tilted his head to give his visitor a rotten grin . " everyone gets a taste of the pie . " the man bowed his head as soon as he finished that thought , unhappy with his worse half's choice of words. but that part of mr. dent wasn't done ㅤ--- ㅤit continued to gurgle obscenities in his ear .

𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙿𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙲𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙻𝙸𝙲𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝙿𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝚂𝚂 ; 𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚁𝙾𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙰𝙲 , 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈 . 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚄𝚂 , 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁 .