i suck at drawing people but whatever
(chapter 1)
I stare at the 5 items spred across the table. There is a peice of paper, a hand gun, sheet music, a small piece of red cloth, and a copper wire. I keep remembering that if I pick the wronge item, i'm dead. I look back at the gaurds, who have their guns pointed to my head. I swolo hard. We are NOT alowed to have memories. We are NOT alowed to disobey. We are NOT alowed to make choices. So we cannot become corrupted. (countinued in comments)