C48 I Don't Care If There's One More

Her face was as white as paper, her lips were thin and red, and there was a long arc at the corner of her mouth, as if she was taunting, but also as if she was provoking.

This was a man who looked to be in his early twenties. He was wearing a light black tight suit that seemed to merge with the dark night sky. If it wasn't for that cry