[Scrap] I'm out.

[¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

Silence ruled the small house the Onigami lived in, as it had the past several months. The death of his brother, and the subsequent vortex in his life, and it was with a heavy heart and clouded mind the man sat in his living room, staring listlessly at a long metal blade. A lone tear trailed down a stained cheek, before with a dark finality, he plunged it into his heart.



[scrap death, yada yada]

[Draven]

T.T dead approved.