#finitamaga

A cigar box containing a straight razor and several polaroids of a pair of teens dressed for prom.

It looks like something right out of an evidence locker. Unbagged and unlabeled, of course. Either that, or something part of a crime that would one day come to be, in some Fragment, somewhere. 

The teens in the pictures all look so happy, so blissfully unaware of the fate that might await them. Nothing to spruce up a teenage romance like some good, old fashioned murder.

“Although it’s a bit strange, coming from her…” The Witch of the Finite always seemed much more pleasant, not like a Witch who’d find this sort of thing amusing. “Didn’t she always advocate for the betterment of youth, or something?”