It was the summer of ’92. The air was slightly humid, a beautiful day outside. The day before summer vacation, excitement could be heard throughout. On this day, ten boys were travelling home on a school-bus from Nagato prefecture. Suddenly, the bus veered into on-coming traffic and crashed into a transport truck, killing everyone instantly. The strangest thing? Only seven bodies were recovered, including the bus driver. Those four boys vanished that day, without a trace. It kind of makes you wonder, what happens when we die? Do our good deeds pass onto our next lives? Is there ever an end? I guess Heaven isn’t made for angels.


Heaven isn't made for angels

Francis was always ready for a show. He loved acting, it was the only place he could escape to. He believed in himself and his talents. For his talents never went to waste, not even after his killed his family dog. Some of the sickest people we know seem normal, perhaps psychopaths are the best actors. Francis knew how to get out of any situation, a magician with many tricks in his hat.

St. Francis

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