• Trust? Who? No one. Be wary when approached by the wily femme fatales. Their feminine wiles will drain you and leave nothing but a shell behind. You will become a spectre, a shadow of who you once were.

  • The touch of her hand on mine sparked a feeling within me that I never knew I could feel. I knew it would be the last time I felt her smooth skin and gazed into her loving eyes. Any physical wound would hurt less than this. I couldn’t bear to see her go.