An eye for an eye, a finger for a finger. Content Warning.
It always starts with a brilliant flash of light. The room is filled with orbs of pure light orbiting around her, like dandelions caught in a tornado, And in the center of it all is a little girl, with the eyes of a storm. The look of pure bliss on her face outshines it all. But only for a moment. Just as soon as the orbs fade, The smell of blood seeps in. pieces of debris shot thou the door, taking bits of the wood and pinning it to the wall. But the door is not the only thing it took that night, nor will it be the last
