Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-35057921-20181116172318/@comment-34369352-20181122135920

Rose hadn't slept in 72 hours, and she is super tired. Her eye lids slowly drooped, and she fell asleep in the darkness.

-Dream sequence-

She can feel her sins crawling on her back

Rose can still remember the day she met him very clearly.

It was just another mission.

Then, she saw him.

His charming smile...the way he laughed...

It awoked...something.

Something...in her dead, phycopathic heart.

She decided she liked this feeling.

He caught her eye, and smiled at her.

She blushed for the first time in her life.

She started stalking him everynight

She can feel her sins crawling on her back

The scenery shifted.

He was on the ground, and she had a blank expression on her face.

"Show us your loyalty to the organisation, agent1963."

She can feel her sins crawling on her back

She couldn’t be more familiar with this room.

This was the room she took so many lives in cold blood.

She is used to it.

She can feel her sins crawling on her back

The white walls, the lone bed, the chains, the blood on the walls, the torture devices...

So why is she hesitating now?

She can feel her sins crawling on her back

A flash of regret and guilt flashed over her face, but it was gone as soon as it showed.

A look of betrayal and hurt showed on his face.

"I thought we were friends, Rose. I trusted you!" He seemed to be close to tears.

She can feel her sins crawling on her back

The girl mouthed the words "I'm sorry" to the boy, hugged him and stabbed him through his back.

The supervisor clapped his hands several times, and exited the room.

She can feel her sins crawling on her back

Only then, did Rose dare to fall into a heap of despair, sobbing pathetically while clinging to the boy's dead body. She just kept muttering the words “I'm sorry” over, and over, and over agin.

From that day on, it's as if a floodgate has been opened.

She can also feel the souls of every single victim she ever killed coming back to haunt her. So many foreign emotions came rushing up to her. Guilt. Regret. Sadness. Self loathe. Anger. Hate.

She can feel her sins crawling on her back

She can also remember the day she died.

How she struggled to breathe as her survival instinct kicked in, scratching at the rope and ripping some flesh off of her fingers

She just couldn’t take it.

She can feel her sins crawling on her back

The scenery shifted.

She was in a void of darkness. Suddenly, the ground disappeared. She was thrown into the souls of the damned. Her victims, old colleagues, her supervisor piled into a mountain of bones, dragging her down.

''”Come join us. You belong here.”''

She is drowning in her sins.

She can't breathe. She can't see. She is hearing too much voices. And all she can feel is pain pain pain pain pain painpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpain-

She can feel her sins crawling on her back

-Dream sequence end-

Rose awoke with a start, barely stopping her scream of terror before everyone would hear her.

She silently had a panic and anxiety attack.

Where was she? Was she still drowning?

Wait, the souls-

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'''”Heh. I tould you the past's gonna catch up with ya.”'''

She can feel her sins crawling on her back