[He knew there would be pain, but knowing was not experience, not nearly. As soon as he plucked the feather from the end of his right wing, his body reacted on instinct. He recoiled back into the nightstand. His journal falling open on the floor enabling the video function, and capturing the painful wince that suddenly fell over his features as he ( Read more... )

[Precise Intentions.]

Good afternoon, Little Pigs.

[Delivered by an eerie smile, ungenuine in its execution.]

May I borrow some sugar?

[The video is quick and precise, but Sai doesn't stop there. He can be seen knocking on people's doors, be it a home or apartment, asking for sugar in an attempt to lure the occupant out and---well, we all know how ( Read more... )