And Then There Were None
The Women of Gilman and their loyal comrade Kyle have put their foot down.
They have declared that the Mice of Gilman shall no longer grace their presence.
The traps are set. Hearts race. A thick fog of intensity fills the air.
We anxiously wait for the first trap to snap.
There's gonna be a genocide -Becca Keleher
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