princevansii

Vincent was lost. As he wandered through the decimated carcass of the School #259, his gaze trailed from one casualty to another with a rapidly diminishing hope. He would pass by the same bodies twice, and turn to walk in another aimless direction. Benumbed by the sudden chaos and devastation, his wandering gait went slack; Vincent felt no longer like a taut wire, but a disheveled tangle of frayed ends. His shoulders, even, had forgotten their eternal tension and assumed a solemn downward slope as he trudged through the wreckage. A sedated expression hung over his pale face, his amethyst eyes dulled. Unfettered had said that his sister was h