#dramatic rp

𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔖𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰 have long existed in the shadows, pulling the strings behind some of the most powerful people in the world. It's no different in New York City where two societies have been holding the cards for centuries. No one can see what the future holds but every member knows, when you swear your allegiance, there is only one way out.

Yoshino couldn’t look at the girl sitting beside her. Today, or was it even today? It felt like such a long time ago…but today was when both her life and her pride were smashed to the ground and burned. Of course she deserved it after the way Misao was treated, she knew she did. But it still didn’t stop the sense of shame and fury that washed over her like endless ocean waves. 

"I did this, all of this, didn’t I?" She thought bitterly to herself.

Yoshino felt like she didn’t deserve death. She would deny it to no end, but in her heart she knew. From the very beginning she knew it was going to turn out like this, all of this. Of course it was simpler and happier back then, but she didn’t want to go back. It would only make things even more cumbersome. 

So, to make things simple, she only replied in three simple words.

It had been another battle for a planet. Another attempt to get close to Peepers. Another series of wounds that left him laying on the ground just waiting for either death or someone to save him. He whimpered a little, he had actually been stabbed. He shakily put his hand to the wound through his torso and yelped a bit, seeing the crimson blood spilling out of him. He shuddered and closed his eye. He had many other wounds too, but the stab wound was the worst.