She stared at her hands that betrayed her. Her heartbeat was thundering as she was thrown in the police car.

Her hands that made her criminal record prominent. The criminal record that forbid her from going to a normal job. Took her to the horror of the FKP _(“FUN KIDS PARADE”) _organisation.

Little did she know that she was only going into the horrors of someone’s twisted games of blame, framing, and murder.

Soaked in blood, stained_ forever_ in it, her only wish was to cut off these hands.

**_The Flickering Behind Our Masks_**