Lilly-Rose Black

The quiet part of town is never without its quirks. In every corner, every dying street, every gutter, lives a spirit. The spirit of the ones who have been shunned. The broken-hearted. We carry the power in our humble hands. And within this power lies responsibility. To stand up for what you believe in. Stand up for the ones who can't do it themselves. For the broken spirits, the fuckups, and the hopeless. For we are the children of war and insanity.

WE WILL NOT YIELD.