A/N: Foxface here, after her we go onto a huge row of bloodbaths, one after the other! ;)


Foxface

The purple of the berries seems oddly familiar, as if I have seen it before. Resting beside the slither of cheese on my palm, the cluster of berries look out of place. A name vaguely registers in the back of my mind, something that's as dark as the night and as hidden as a locked door, but I can't grasp the word on my tongue. What does it matter? If it's safe for them to eat it's safe for me to eat. So without a second thought I bring the berries up to my mouth, pop them in and swallow.