( 𝟎𝟎-𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 )

"This your card?" Crimson asked with a coy smile. She flicked her wrist, a queen of hearts appearing between her two fingers. Her smile didn't falter even as the man snatched the card from her fingers, only weakening as the blue haired man tore the queen of hearts in half. Crimson fumbled for the pieces, brushing her fingertips against the man's wrist as she did so.

The man gave her dirty look, eyes flicking over her white, black and red suit adorned with embroidery. He scoffed, turning away before she could say anything. "Some desperate bitch you are."

Crimson watched as the CEO of Japan's greatest support company sauntered away from her, her eyes flicking with reflections of his future. The sweet taste of dreams, (future collaboration with David Shield), and the lightly bitter and heavy feeling on her tongue of ("NO PLEASE STOP I DON'T WANT THIS.")

She knew the perfect death for scum like him.

The discarded queen of hearts fluttered down into the trash, a match dropped into it. Crimson stood up with clear pain in her eyes. She would play her part, the part of saddened, pained and dejected girl who had just wanted to give the world some light.

(She had cut that part out of herself years ago).

She lightly tripped down the street, other criminals peering interestedly at her. Crimson gave a sharp smirk at them, as if she was daring them to try and touch her. The last time someone had tried to touch her without her intention, they had lost a hand, and Crimson lost her favourite gloves. The white ones, lined with silk and sewed in with shiny ivory buttons, had to be replaced all because she had trusted villains not to spill blood all over her. An annoyed but inaccurate judgement.

One that she felt applied to heroes more than villains, ironically. The heroes adorned in falsely received daffodils, clothed in neon shades of spandex, human blood dripping in their hands. They crushed the citizens who stared up at a sun as fake as Icarus's wings, blazing as bright as the wax melting under the glare of Apollo's arrogant face. Meanwhile, the scum of the earth crawling like unwanted maggots under a rotten society, rising to fill the mirror cracks of a fake society, dirty hands grappling for a place that they know they will never get.

"Spin the roulette wheel, heroes." Crimson murmured quietly, stepping into a purple warp portal that deposited her into the midst of blood-thirsty, crazed murderers. Just like her. "Maybe we'll see who gets the last laugh then."

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

A little glimpse into what Crimson's been cooking up! We'll mostly be focusing on Hiroto at the beginning, so I thought I would give you all a crumb of what Crimson's like. (Don't worry, Crimson's just a little mythos lover lol).

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