ShadowlessHazard

There has been an accident, the moonlight sonata has been slain and Watson is the culprit. I too like pizza but Papa-Loui just isn't the kind of person to give out free Euros or life without misery. Days come and go but what comes must go, that's how it always been, or at least they say so, but they are British and who's gonna believe that. My blood is strawberry jam, my road is paved with glass shards and venomous, nugget sized bullets. I too don't know what lies ahead but the glimpse of pink roses and sakura has made me a samurai and I'll fight till the end. Now, the moon might be the source of power for cultists but evangelion has thought me not to doubt the greenness of trees or to end what must end at once. Plot twist, this requires investigation and Watson is already on case, case closed because Watson is a corrupt cop. Hell, he isn't even a cop. The torn heart and soul has regeneration but scars do stay and they are rotting. How many hits does it take until iron will runs out