fugazi-book

It''''s hard to be a tank, when you''''re the most fragile aroundIn my hour of greatest need, she appeared. A savior from the shadows, cloaked in furry softness, with eyes like rubies, and a voice like a siren’s song. She promised me great things, whispered secrets to my soul, and ignited a flame that burned brighter than any star. I believed in her. I trusted her. And I followed her into the darkness, into the unknown, with blind faith and naivety. Little did I know what I was getting myself into. Little did I realize what my actions would unleash. What an insanity I have agreed to.