Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27623936-20160430192801/@comment-27623936-20160507153134

A pair of gloves fell into the waiting incinerator, no delinquents in sight as eyes blinked once, twice. Lips curled upwards into a devious smirk as she squirted hand gel on her hands, getting rid of the disgusting smell of death. She'd cleaned the blood. She'd disposed of the corpse. She'd done everything she could to avoid conviction. Now, all she had to do was wait.

And Madoka watched the whole thing happen.