Fraya
Six hundred and seventeen, six hundred and eighteen. I count every kill, every life I take, no longer worried about winning a bet. I count every kill because I want Anwir and Graner to be held accountable for every life that I have to take because they refuse to let slaves go without a fight. I will make them suffer ten fold for every life that has been taken since the day I arrived. For the hundred slaves that Anwir made Donahue murder to test my power, for the hundreds of lives taken when Gabriel refused to join their side of the war. For Owen and every life lost yesterday. I haven't forgotten their crimes and I will make sure no one forgets it.
I am dripping in blood, my leather gear no longer black, but tinted with red. I remember every face of those that I kill, engraving it
