Hello, guys and girls and welcome to another story.

It's a rarity for me (at least in my own opinion) but this is the kind of story that you know, or have an idea, of how it all ends. Sort of like Child of Hate, really. The main point of reading, if you choose to do so, is to go along with the ride, enjoy the ups and downs and relish in the pain of others. It's fine if you don't know where it all winds up to, it's even good; just beware of the blood and gore.

Don't say I didn't warn you :)

Let me know what you think in a review.

Enjoy…

I DO NOT OWN NARUTO

CHAPTER 1

Ragged huffing and panting echoed throughout the empty streets of Konoha. Most of the citizens had long since gone to bed, seeing as it was two in the morning, but even for the village it was unusual to have no one awake.

The person panted as he rounded a corner street. "Somebody! Please help me!"

His feet skidded as he ran, knocking over a few garbage cans as he stumbled but catching himself with his hands before his body hit the floor.

The moon beamed down brightly from the sky and the person's hearts gave a heavy thump when he heard clothes rustling from across from him. His blood shot teal green eyes frantically looked around, paranoid. He leaped over a homeless man lying on the ground and threw his last few shuriken into a dark alley he heard more swishing sounds from.

"Inoichi!" A person shouted from far behind him. Footfalls rang as he unhurriedly walked after the running clan head. "C'mon man… Stop running; it's undignified!"

"Someone help me!" the blonde clan head screamed again. "I need-"

Crack!

His words were stopped short when a thick metal bat slammed into the back of his head, careening him several feet in front of him and smashing his body into the solid brick wall of a residential apartment.

"Gungh!" he spat as he landed on the ground in a mess of limbs. Blood flowing from his nose and small trickles falling from the back of his head. His body remained unresponsive as the foot falls came closer; his fingers twitched as they clawed the ground desperately and his legs convulsed shortly, still feeling the effects of the attack. He coughed out a glob of blood and whimpered. "I'm sorry…please...I'm so, so sorry."

"Ah…" the person sighed as his feet came into view of the bleeding man's eyes; solid black sandals with black bandages wrapped around the feet and the ankles, taping up the black ANBU grade pants from the ankles to his mid-shin too but that was as far as he could see. "With all this black on you'd think I was the Dark Knight." He chuckled at his own joke and paced easily before the man's eyes, his silver metal bat tapping the ground every once in a while. His feet nudged the clan heads face when Inoichi's eyes began closing from wooziness. The person bent down and peered into the bleeding man's eyes, bright blue looked into teal green with glee and a gleaming white grin greeted his face. "I'm really glad you remember me Inoichi, it saves me a lot of time. But running? Really?"

He scoffed and rolled his eyes as he shook his spikey blonde hair.

He whipped out his left wrist and pulled up the sleeve of his deep blue overcoat, exposing a wristwatch. "We have…about five minutes before the ANBU surround us…just enough time to give us a show."

"Naruto…I'm…sorry…" the man pleaded, closing his eyes and stray tears trickling down the corners of his eyes. "Please…I have…a family."

Naruto gasped and his eyes widened in mock surprise. "You have a family? No way!" he shouted, punching the ground and hissing out a frustrated curse. "I want one of those." Then the blue eyed demon slowly turned his head to the Yamanaka and a wide, evil grin gradually stretched on his face as his eyes darkened with unhidden intentions. "Maybe I can take yours…"

He stood up in a flourish, his dark blue overcoat rustling with the fluid motion, the black clothes he wore underneath his clothes, the black bandages around his hands and fingers, only served to put the bleeding man into more terror. He adjusted the man so that he sat by the wall, his head lolling from side to side. The teen twirled his silver baton in his hands and smashed it against the older man's face, cracking his cheek bone and snapping his head to the side.

"I've got…a list!" Naruto grunted as his bat slashed through the air and bashed the other side of the man's face, snapping his head to the other side and sending out a mouthful of blood. "Of people, every single one of them," he brought the bat down without mercy; severely fracturing the blonde man's head and making his brain bounce in his skull. "That smiled," crack! "Laughed," smack! "Giggled," pop! "Chuckled," crick! "And celebrated…when I was thrown into the slammer." His leg shot up and cracked against the chin of the clan head, shattering most of his teeth and loosening up his jaw with the sheer strength. "I have a special place for the council members. You're the first and since the Sandaime is dead," Inoichi's head was now more of an open basin of blood, though the man still wheezed and inhaled weakly, his eyes had already popped from the hits and his tongue had been cut in half when the kick caught it between his teeth. Naruto nudged his bat on the man's face to keep him from toppling over. "I'll have to make do with the Godaime…she could have taken me out sooner, cleared me of those false charges, but she didn't. I'm going to enjoy taking care of her…" he clenched his metal bat in his hand and swung, the weapon connected with the side of the man's leaking head and the clan heads skull exploded in a shower of blood, of which not more than a few drops touched the ruthless prison escapee. Naruto looked at his bat and groaned loudly at the large, head shaped dent as well as the almost ninety degree bend of the metal bat. "This was my favourite bat!"

His eyes idly followed the headless body as it slumped to the side, blood pumped out from the neck in small spurts, one spout burst out and splashed on the right side of Naruto's face; the teenager stuck out his tongue in mild disgust, rubbing at his right eye.

"I think I got some in my eye." He winced, rubbing at the blood there as he dropped his bat. His bandaged hands flexed as his senses flared, feeling the operatives drop down around him. "Is it five minutes already?"

Their time will come soon, but for now…

The murderer ducked into the darkness of the apartment behind the dead man. He threw open his cloak and about seven silver chains slithered out from the abyss of darkness there, each one stabbed into the wall and helped the teen clamber up to the roof, where he stealthily leaped over the edge, dropped behind an operative that was peering down at the carnage of blood at the bottom of the building, and cracking his neck in one fluid motion. The others swarmed around the messy scene of the dead clan head, more than a few spread out to find him, but Naruto just looked down the ledge with his hands in his pockets and his blue eyes dark, a shadow at the top of the roof that no one could see or sense.

"Whose turn is it next, Kyu?"

There was a pleased laugh in his head before the teen got his reply. "Besides all of Konoha? Sadly, Kit, there's too much heat from the commotion you caused. I told you to finish him off in his house."

"I know, I know," his blue eyes sparkled in the night as the silver chains flailed around him, twitching and swivelling around like snakes keeping a careful eye around for their master. "His wife and their daughter, Ino, were sleeping. It would have been really boring if they weren't awake to watch it all." The man had been sleeping as well but Naruto had lured him out by tapping his heel with one of his chains, attracting his attention and bringing him outside the family house. Inoichi had tried to fight but the chains had sealed off his chakra; they were an extension of Naruto, so making seals was fairly simple using them. The special Uzumaki bloodline, his cracked sanity, blood lust, brutal sealing abilities, super strength and his relationship with his tailed fox were all part of a story that truly started roughly eight years ago.

He planned on staying in Konoha for a few weeks, ticking off names on his personal hit list, and steadily making Konoha a distant memory so…

There was time for a short story…

FLASHBACK: Eight years ago

"I told you, I didn't do it!" an eight year old Naruto roared in outrage to the gathered council members before him, the only things covering his body was a dirty white shirt with massive splashes of dried up blood all over it and black shorts that weren't safe from the blood. The ANBU didn't even let him wear any shoes, or allowed him the dignity of walking on his own two feet but rather dragged him all the way from his home to the meeting room.

The Sandaime sitting at the head of the table looked at Naruto with deep, grim eyes as he said in a deep voice. "The evidence is overwhelming, Naruto."

Naruto grit his teeth and screamed in frustration. "But-but-but I didn't fucking do it!"

"Watch your tongue, boy." Mebuki Haruno hissed. The Shimmering Pink Flower, one of the top three most desired woman in all of Fire country, glared hatefully at the boy. "You are before the honourable council; you should show more respect."

"Respect? None of you here has done anything for me to get my respect. You only do to me, at me or fucking on me, you dirty motherfuckers!" the foul mouthed child yelled in fury, spraying spit as he struggled to walk forward but was held back by a pair of strong hands on each shoulder as well as the heavy chains binding his wrists together and the chain between his legs around his ankle, keeping him from freely moving. Living in the Red light district was a bad thing for a child, especially an orphan that was possibly the most hated human being, or creature, in all of Konoha. The boy briefly struggled in their grips before he sighed heavily and his shoulders sagged, though the hands never released their hold. "Please…I didn't do it…I didn't kill him."

Barely twenty minutes ago, an alarm had been raised by a few concerned residents of Naruto's rundown apartment building of multiple heavy thumps in the Kyuubi holders room. The boy was already a volatile person, as said by those that lived around him, and they gave instances of this by saying that the boy regularly brought back stolen books to his room and rusty, partly broken ninja weapons like kunai, shuriken and, sometimes, a tanto. No one wanted to believe that the blonde child was allowed to borrow books from the library because the librarian didn't really care who borrowed his books, as long as they returned them promptly. Academy students weren't restricted from the library, just from the C to S rank sections, and Naruto was a regular borrower of books.

Naturally because of his status as jinchuriki for the strongest tailed beast on the planet he was always kept an eye on by hidden black ops, who instantly swooped into his apartment as soon as they heard the sounds and the reports from the residents of the building.

They knocked, got no response even after two long minutes of doing so, but the sounds stopped abruptly after the second knock.

Dog kicked down the already fragile, termite eaten door and bore witness to a stunned Naruto standing in the middle of the partly empty room, populated by only a scrappy chair at the far back and a stove in the corner with packets of ramen littered around it. The boy was covered head to toe in blood and his head snapped up to those that had broken into his room, his eyes wide with alarm and his arms shaking. The kunai in his hands dripped with blood onto the slaughtered dead body under him.

The body was hardly recognizable, with the face slashed up and the body shredded with jagged cuts that crisscrossed over his torso and his legs. His scalp was ripped off, making the blood pump onto the floor unrelenting and his fingers and toes were crudely cut off. They saw Naruto's hand twitch and the seasoned veterans immediately felt their food gain way up their throats at what was in Naruto's other hand.

A small, still, bloody heart.

The boy was panting like he had just come out of a marathon across the country and if he was not so soaked in blood they assumed he would be dripping in sweat.

Kakashi, the Dog masked ANBU captain, identified the corpse, as he stood stock still and shocked to the core at the front door, by the wooden clogs that still sat on the feet of the brutally murdered man.

"Lord Jiraiya!" Yugao, his Cat mask wearing deputy, screamed from behind him and Kakashi's arms became weak as they hung at his side. The murder weapon clacked onto the ground and the heart in the boys hand thumped down after it a split second later as the jinchuriki stumbled away in horror, falling onto his butt and trying to crawl away from the dead body before him with an aghast expression.

"N-n-no…" his stuttered word snapped the ninjas out of their revulsion and sheer terror of the situation and they swarmed in without being commanded to, slamming Naruto into the ground face first and bending his hands behind his back painfully. "Wait! What are you doing!?" he struggled to move his head but a firm hand kept it on the ground. His legs were quickly shackled and the boy felt a tremendous weakness flood through his little body as the suppressions seals took control. He immediately slumped weakly, the slowly gathering silver sand seeping out from every crevice of the poor building stopped moving. He felt two rough hands grab under his arms as he was dragged out of his room, his feet dragging on the ground, rankling the chains as they moved.

Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Sandaime Hokage, coughed to get everyone back on track, saying. "The murder weapon was in your possession, the blood was all over your body and the body was right in front of you." He said in a shaky voice; his student had just been murdered in cold blood and the person that committed the crime was standing right in front of him, bound with powerful suppression seals Jiraiya had created. His hands shook as the old man's lips tightened, the council members looked at him and his eyes narrowed as he looked down to the table. "In cold blood."

"How could I kill a Sannin? I just started in the academy last month!" he got no reply but accusing stares and hateful looks.

"What was he doing in your home?"

"I don't know…I can't even remember past last night…"

"The Kyuubi is taking control of him." Danzo said not too quietly to the Hokage. "Can't you see, Hiruzen, he is a threat in the making."

"His bloodline is strong enough to take down any jounin. Who's to say he hasn't mastered it?" Shibi droned. The Magnetic Silver Sand Chain bloodline was what the man was talking about. A scarcely seen before bloodline that Naruto was quickly adapting to. When Naruto began showing signs of having the bloodline people assumed he was tapping into his Uzumaki bloodline, but when he could only manifest tiny silver chains, made out of grounded up metal to make silver dust, instead of celestial chakra chains like history recorded people started creating rumours that the tailed beast was getting stronger. Naruto knew he had the beast; the same man sitting at the head of the table was the one that told him when he was three.

Naruto read about those sort of things; what man doesn't understand they either try to control or kill. In his case, what they didn't understand they assumed the worst, most illogical situation and isolated him even more.

He closed his eyes in resignation as the ANBU presented more and more evidence that pointed out that he was guilty, but deep down they all knew he was innocent.

Every single person in the room and every single person in Konoha knew he was innocent.

How did they know he was innocent?

He had a twenty-four-seven surveillance team that watched his every move. They were tasked to merely take him down if he lost control of the tailed beast in him, not to protect him; which was why they were his surveillance team. The team, consisting of Kakashi, Yugao and their four other subordinates had been keeping an eye on Naruto and as per his schedule the boy spent seven to ten in the morning in the library. The body looked to have been dead since nine and it was currently nine thirty, seeing as the blood was still fairly fresh and there was no putrid smell coming off Jiraiya's dead corpse. After that Naruto would go to the academy training ground for some light exercises a book instructed were for his age group. He would not return back home until seven in the night.

They had a tracking seal placed in the middle of his back and Kakashi could testify without the shadow of a doubt that Naruto simply blipped out of existence from the library and wound up in his apartment, seemingly like magic. But they all knew Naruto, despite showing small signs that he had inherited his mother's stubborn drive to succeed, and be strong, and his father's killer intuition, was still years away from blacking out tracking seals and moving at light speeds from one closed building to the other.

Naruto made sure to take the open route to the library so everyone could see him go there and not later accuse him of doing a heinous crime, like when he was six years and younger.

Hell, the Sandaime and more than half of the council were keyed in on his tracking seal.

The reason they were keeping silent was simple; they hated the boy. It was the classic case of calling the water bottle the water contained inside or the ramen bowl the ramen it held. He read about the one tails treatment in the new section of the library.

They were never going to let him leave free.

The child's eyes snapped up and shone brightly with hope as he hesitantly shuffled forward, stopped only by the two black ops holding his shoulders; the suppression seal didn't seem to be working all that well for the boy. "How-how about a mind probe from a Yamanaka clan member?" his class in the academy was still four weeks away from touching the subject of Konoha clans but Naruto was an eager reader; he was far from being a prodigy and he was only just barely smarter than those in his age group but he actively read before a class to make a good impression in his class as well as to lift his abysmally low self-confidence. The reading was steadily building up his self-image, so he kept up at it without fail. Naruto's blue eyes caught the eyes of another blonde man, the man's hair was a lighter shade of yellow, with teal eyes and a soft facial expression. He instantly remembered the main physical features the book told him to catch; the blonde hair. There were no other blondes in Konoha besides him and maybe two other older women. Besides, the man was the only blonde in the Konoha council, meaning he was a clan head. The hope that resonated through his body was almost palpable as his eyes pleaded with the man. "Please…tell these guys I didn't do this…"

Everyone's eyes turned to him and the man screwed his lips to the side as he maintained eye contact with the optimistic boy. It made him sick. Inoichi shook his head slightly and said in a sad voice. "The evidence is too overwhelming. There is no point conducting a mind probe when we all know you did it."

It was like watching a priceless ceramic vase crash onto the cold, hard, unforgiving ground; his whole body sagged under the weight of disappointment and his eyes lost their light, staring with hazy tears filming them at the ground. "Oh…" the book said that it took only a few short minutes in his mind to confirm and since the Yamanaka was a clan head he had more than enough chakra to do so…Inoichi didn't want to help him, even though the man very well could. "I'm…I'm sorry for asking…" the child muttered quietly as he sniffed, rubbing his eyes with his upper forearm.

"In light of all the overwhelming evidence…" Hiruzen started and listed off the evidence with his fingers. "the murder weapon, Jiraiya's blood on your clothes, Jiraiya's blood on the kunai, your finger prints on Jiraiya's body, Jiraiya's finger prints on the door and your presence in the scene of the crime…" he stopped briefly and added. "As well as…testimonies from your neighbours and your surveillance team…" Naruto's eyes widened and he looked over his shoulders at the ANBU that had been watching him since he was a baby. Their bodies showed no reaction to the sheer amount of betrayal the boy was showing. Naruto's lips wobbled and more tears fell from his eyes as he turned back to the Sandaime. "You are sentenced to life imprisonment in the Fire country Maximum Security Prison." The council members nodded in agreement to the verdict, every single one of them, and he could see the secret smirks plastered on their faces that might as well be as obvious as a light in a dark room. Hiruzen looked at Naruto with a small smile. "May kami…have mercy…on your soul…" he said it slowly and his head jerked to the door for the ANBU to take him away.

"No!" Naruto roared and struggled vainly against the hands firmly holding him, preventing him from running at the Hokage. His eyes were wild with grief, betrayal and rage as his body tried to push away the much stronger people, the tears still poured unhindered down his face. "I didn't do it! You have to believe me!" his words could be heard from outside as the door was thrown open. He screamed madly and thrashed more and more, gritting his teeth powerfully and trying to fight the weakening suppression seals. "I didn't do it!"

A hand clubbed the back of his head and his body became limp, though he remained conscious.

The two ANBU dragged him by his upper arms, his feet rubbing on the ground as they did so. His head lolled from side to side as they finally exited from the Hokage's tower, to a sea of awaiting Konoha citizens.

Word got out fast.

His spikey hair shaded his eyes as his neck remained limp, allowing the ninjas to drag his wilted body through the throngs of celebrating people. Plenty of other ANBU fell down to create a path and keep people from surging to Naruto to lynch him but they did nothing as shoes, fruit and stones rained down on Naruto's head and body. There were some misfired fruits that splattered on the ninjas bodies, Kakashi and Yugao's uniform, but they were far from caring; they wore pleased smiles under their masks. The boy inhaled and exhaled, remaining strong despite the things hitting him painfully, his eyes looked up, even as his head stayed limp, and he memorized every single face he saw before he eventually dropped his eyes and stared at the ground; everyone.

He was going to have his revenge on everyone.

On Konoha.

He was going to come down on them like the wrath of god.

There were hundreds of people gathered around him to see him out of the gates, yelling profanities after him and more than a few breaking past the ANBU separating the crowd to bite and kick the eight year old child.

There was no use wasting space in his memory. He was going to make Konoha a distant memory, sooner or later…

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

The Fire country super max prison or, as it was infamously known as, The Fire Pit, was a hellish nightmare for any person, especially those that were not within the range of serial rapist or serial killers, gangbangers or arsonists, unrepentant thieves or psychotic retrieved missing ninjas, child molesters or kidnappers. Anyone not classified in either or within them was as good as dog food.

The structure of the Pit was an eleven story building above ground with twenty more floors of rooms winding downwards, hence why it was called a pit. The prison had the essentials; a fairly functional mess hall, a large recreation area where inmates could exercise and a reasonably spacious room for only two prisoners. The guards were mostly to prevent the maniacs from escaping; what happened inside was fair game, as long as they left their rooms when ordered, returned at lights out and didn't kill the kitchen staff.

Each prisoner had their chakra sealed off and their bodies heavily suppressed to weaken them but there were still exceptional cases of those that were more than strong enough to worry the guards. Though in case there was an altercation with these sort of inmates the guards were given full authority to use deadly force and, if the situation became desperate, kill them.

The place was manned by the daimyos ninjas and samurai but the Hokage was still given a fifty percent control of the pit by having the warden and the senior officers as Konoha ninjas.

Riots usually broke out but because of the super security measure put in place to prevent escapes, reducing the odds for a successful escape from the pit down to point zero one percent, the riots were not between the guards and the prisoners for the most part but between rival gangs in the pit that had been broiling for weeks. If that was to happen then all the culprits were to be stunned and dragged to the solitary confinement area of the pit to stay for an allotted period of time depending on what they did during the riot.

Needless to say, the Fire Pit was not a friendly place.

After Naruto had been dumped into the hands of the Warden he had been processed in accordingly. Pushed into a sealed off room naked and hosed down to the ground with high pressure, cleansing water that removed any dirt, bacteria and germs from the body but doubled up and bruised the little boy with the painfully high water pressure. He had no other option than to curl into a tight ball and scream in agony. His weak body was then pulled out and he was shoved into a small steel walled room where he was given an orange jumpsuit just about his size and a collar that functioned as a level nine suppressor, tracker, stunner and low powered bomb that would only explode if he stepped out of the pit without proper clearance. After Naruto had gotten the jumpsuit on with a tired wince, rubbing at his bruised arms and his aching neck as he was shoved out of the room, clamped down with heavy chains around his wrists, that met in the middle and went down to clamp around his ankles. The not so gentle guards pushed him forward and he hobbled along, limping from a sprain he had gotten as the high pressure water hit his right calf; the suppression seals were severely stunting his regeneration.

Walking with the heavy chains and the body suppressor was a monumental task for the accused eight year old boy. Perspiration began building on his forehead and his teeth ground with effort to keep moving forward, else he would get painfully poked in the back with an electric baton held by the guard. There were six guards trooping behind him and two before him, banging their batons on the cell doors of the prisons to quiet them down as the inmates peeked out to get a good look at the new inmate.

Naruto felt a chill run down his spine at the looks he was getting.

The boy swallowed thickly and lifted his chin in defiance, earning him a harsh jab in his upper back that shot a quick bolt of electricity through his body.

"Arrgh!" he shouted and crumpled onto his knees, panting and wheezing for air as his body trembled. The guards cursed foully and continued stabbing him with their crackling batons until Naruto was a whimpering mess of orange and yellow on the ground.

He was hefted up and thrown into an empty, white and grey painted room with a bunk bed having only one matrass at the bottom, a silver sink and toilet at the far back to the right, an empty book shelf beside the bunk bed and a reading table with a single lamp. No one ever said that the inmates lived in squalor; it was actually a well-funded place by the daimyos personal treasury. Though this never stopped them from behaving like wild animals and starting unnecessary riots.

Naruto's first night was possibly the worst night he had ever spent. As he sat down in a huff on his bed the first warning sign that came to him, ever since he had been kicked into the room, was that…

He still had his shackles on.

Lights out was at nine in the night.

The warden personally marched through the corridors and the stories of stairs of the pit with a fairly large swarm of guards, both high and low in the ranks of the prison numbering up to fifteen armed and dangerous men and women.

All of them were from Konoha.

The prisoners knew that at their current state and their sentences, the guards could easily kill them and the authorities wouldn't bat an eye to their deaths because they were already serving serious sentences; they glared silently from their rooms as the hoard of guards passed them, their fists shaking and itching to cave their heads in, but they were as strong as an average civilian boxer; not too strong compared to a high chunin.

The guards, led by their warden, trooped to Naruto's cell with evil grins and mad laughs.

The beating that had fallen on Naruto that night, and for the nights to come in the next four years, could not even be described in words.

"The Konoha council sends their greetings, Kyuubi." Was what the warden usually started with before he started the beatings with a brain shaking blow to his face, which always ended up breaking his nose, or an upper cut to his diaphragm that drove all air out of his lungs.

The others would pour down on him in waves of crackling batons, murderous fists and damaging kicks.

They always left before the boy could die from his wounds, sending in a medic to treat his broken ligaments to prepare him for the next day. And the next. And the next…

For a boy that was much less stronger than a civilian boxer and more equal with a civilian academy student…it was soul crushing.

The daily stomping was enough to make the other inmates leave the boy alone. He was suffering enough at the hands of the guards. During lunch, Naruto would be huddled in the corner of the mess hall on a table by himself, wrapped up in bandages and his body shaking terribly as he tried to lift the food into his mouth, swallowing deeply and closing his eyes for two minutes to let the food go down his throat. Most times, even as he took small bites and swallowed delicately, his throat, raw from screaming, would subject him to another wave of pain before he threw up his food onto his food tray.

The perks of being the Kyuubi container fled him, leaving him with broken ribs, torn muscles, dislocations, concussions and a worrying cough that always had him vomit blood. The medical team might as well not have done anything.

Eating hurt. Breathing hurt. Everything hurt.

It was the closest the blood thirsty criminals could ever feel to pity. In truth they kept away from him, threw riots and wars around the boy and never over him, was that there was no point breaking an already broken child.

Authors note

Naruto's bloodline would be expanded on in the next chapter, but for now, tell me what you think of this chapter.

I'm not sure if you can call this Naruto 'evil' cuz of all the shit he's been through. He's at least justified in his madness.

Now, destroying Konoha doesn't only have to do with killing every living creature in it or even invading the country, like in Child of Hate, it can also mean destroying their economy, killing their leaders and their primary defence, turning the whole world against them.

Y'know, just causing general chaos and unrest in the village.

I'm really gonna dive head first into my dark side with this one.

Is anyone interested in reading more?

Leave your thoughts in a review, if you please. Stay safe, wherever you are in the world, and I will see you when I see you.

Foy