One women and several men… why choose?
This is where I introduce myself… for a third time.
Thessaly here again. I’m still 22, and I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. If I grow up.
My name is Thessaly, and at 22, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
Anger, anguish, distraction, and war — a word that leaves a foul taste in your mouth.
Crashing, chased, kidnapped, bitten and claimed.
A failed human prototype. That’s all she is…