Trigger Warnings: $u!c!d@l thoughts, attempted $u!c!d3, mentions of $3lf-h@rm, unstable mental health and mental breakdown.

January was in an alleyway. Her mind was spinning and her thoughts are all over the place. Her father has done the unthinkable. He posted a news story about former assassins of the Red Room and HYDRA.

January was at her breaking point. She couldn’t take anymore. She just wanted to end it all. She wanted to end the suffering. She sat in the corner of the alleyway. She looks at the claw marks on her arms.

January looks at her hands and unsheathes her razor sharp cat-like claws that emerged from her fingernails. She looks at them for a while. She was finally going to end it. “You are doing yourself a favor, January. Dad deserves to lose the last family he has.” She says to herself.

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"Here." CJ sets down a number of plates in front of [ READER. ] "Eat. Ya look like ya gonna fall apart."

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"Course 'm horny all the god damn time. It's fucking Spring. That is when we make the most pipis."

You walked into the store. It was spacious but cluttered, with shelves of wooden trinkets on every wall. There was a pegboard that hung crystal ornaments on the left wall. The counter was empty, but the door behind it was open.

You walked through he door, emerging in a cluttered workshop. The smell of sawdust wafted through the air. There were wood shavings all over the floor.

You saw a boy, probably the owner, sitting at a workbench. He had earbuds in and his back was to the door. He was holding a block of wood in his hand. The wood seemed to be rippling and growing slowly, making a small figure. He seemed to be struggling with the effort.

You suddenly bumped into a table, knocking a toolbox onto the ground with a loud crash. Oro spun around, quickly setting down the wood. "What are you doing?"