Father, I’m glad that we bear the same name; Agriche. So, no matter how much skin the poisonous butterflies tear, even if they tear it over and over again… you won’t die on me~

• Roxanna Agriche

SCRIPT BY: Aeolian_shifts

A perfect brew of poison courses through my veins….

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓫𝔂𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻

A mind full of trickery and deception is the only way to live in a mansion full of strangers.

𝓙𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓶𝔂~ 𝓭𝓸 𝓶𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻…