In Westmore, at Ludfisher Hospital, Nurse A—Rebecca Gorton—clasped her hands together anxiously as she watched the arena.
"WOOOOO—!"
Cherry stepped into the arena.
"Cherry Sinclair, die!"
"Enemy of humanity! Kill her!"
The deafening roar of spectators wishing for Cherry’s death filled the stadium.
Across from the stands, a massive portrait of Cherry Sinclair fluttered in the wind.
Rebecca Gorton couldn’t understand the madness gripping these people.
I gave myself a day to rethink if i need to read her suffering or not. This novel gave me a huge amount of anxiety so i needed a break, guess what? I kept moving my legs all day imagining scenarios… so here i go… PLEASE DON’T HURT MY BABY
Omg thank you so much 💗