#warning for police brutality

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Multifandom Mashup 2020

[thekhaninglass]

The truth - as we have painstakingly established across the previous chapters - is this. There is no idea so grand that it may not be murdered one day in the slumber of its own complacence.

There is no tool which may not be repurposed, no meaning which will not turn to nonsense - given time.

Time is the cruellest and the kindest deity, for it mocks those who seek to triumph from it; for it suffers no power, humours no tyrant; it topples every great justice, dismembers reason, rots progress, forgets the stories we laid down at its feet.

@thesiltverses - Chapter 41

[zeddylux]

Allright I have an attempt at something. Keep in mind these are VERY VERY rough but I need to put my drabbles somewhere or I'm going to forget them and my phones all I've got right now 😅. I'm picturing a scene after a fight that ends in a draw. Vi is not in the best mood but she and Gert are talking outside the arena. I'll take constructive criticism but please be gentle I've never done this before 😭😭

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ - Mentions of alchohol abuse, panic attacks, and police brutality. Enjoy!

The sounds and jeers of the arena fade into the background as they walk along the side. Vi caught a glimpse through the slats in the building of some other poor sap standing alone against a massive opponent. Some might call him a fool for standing up to someone he had no chance against. But those same people probably had no inkling of what it took to survive down here. The pits had opened up after the new checkpoints made it nearly impossible for consistent supplies to enter the lanes. Food that had already been scarce became even harder to come by. But if you knew how to fight and a Chem Barron took enough of a liking to you, you could be guaranteed a meal at least. Maybe even a room if you won enough.

Vi tried not to think about her last round of the night. It had ended in a draw and the powers that be would not be happy. If she wanted to keep her shitty room and a roof over her head she had to start winning. And fast.

Gert walked next to her, excitingly talking about a rally taking place the next day. Vi was trying really hard not to think about how pretty she looked under the glow of the moonlight. Trying not to think too much about the blue and pink eye makeup or the blue in her dreads. These days Vi tried really hard not to think about anything really.

"Come on!" Gert says, slinging her arm around Vi's shoulders, "All you do is eat, and sleep and fight! Come to the rally tommorow before your next one! It'll get you in the right headspace and you'll win for sure!"

'Bold of you assume I eat' Vi thinks detjectingly. These days a 6 pack of beer was easier to come by than anything substantial and besides. Anything to take her mind of the last 6 months. Or 7 years. Which ever.

"I already told you I don't want to go. I'm pretty sure one of my ribs is cracked. I need to get some rest before I get back into the pits."

It was a lame excuse and they both knew it. Vi had fought back to back fights with dislocated shoulders, broken wrists, and bruises up and down her entire body. She had long since learned to ignore her own pain. Real and imagined it was no longer really a factor. Vi only cared about survival anymore. She couldn't bring herself to look any further than that.

Gert opens her mouth to retort but before she can a group of enforcers rounds the corner. Both of them immediately tensed and back into the shadows of the arena hoping the ramshackle structure will hide them well enough. It's close to midnight and darkness in the lanes is no laughing matter. Once the smog settles in there's no seeing what's in front of you. Only trenchers, born here their entire lives walking the same streets every single day have a chance in hell of finding their way around once the sun goes down.

Vi puts herself fully in front of Gert as they both watch the enforcers struggle along the docks. It seems like an ordinary patrol squad clad in the black armor of house Kiramman. One of them slips and partially falls into the oily water cursing as his partners laugh quietly at him.

Vi chuckles lightly and mumbles, "Serves you right."

"Shhhhh," Gert says quietly putting her hands on Vi's shoulders, "Don't draw their attention."

The patrol squad eventually moves on to the lower parts of the city. No doubt heading for the brothels and Shimmer dens to find some easy pickings. They had a quota to meet after all.

Vi breathes a sigh of relief and gently grabs Gerts hand. They peel off the wall and step more into the light. She cups the side of Gerts face gently asking, "Ok?"

Gert nods shakily and presses her head to Vi's.

"All good."

They stay like that for a moment just taking solace in each other. Enforcers had always been a terrible presence in both of their lives but never before had they been so aggressive. Ever since Jinx's painted smoke had reminded Piltover of the threat that lurked underneath topside had seemed all the more determined to remind the Lanes who was really in charge. Random frisks and arrests had become all the more common. And there were whispers of Stillwater opening up their torture chambers for the first time. With the absence of councilor Medarda and Jayce what little conscious the council had gained recently had all but vanished. Commander Kiramman had deemed them animals in her relentles search for Jinx. Worthy of neither pity nor mercy.

"There are rumors" Gert said suddenly, anger creeping into her voice. "That Caitlyn's strike team had one of ours. Someone from Zaun leading them down here."

Vi felt a jolt of panic at the bitterness in her voice. Like icy water flowing down her back. 'there's no way for her to know' she thinks frantically, 'I had my mask on until we reached the sewers, and the grey..' Guilt begins to build in her mind, self-hatred mixing with her panic in a way that makes her long for a drink. Trying to keep her voice steady she asks instead

"Thats probably just hearsay. They were all wearing masks nobody would even know what they looked like," she says nervously trying to steer the conversation elsewhere.

Gert looks at her with a wry smile. "I dont think it's just people talking. They got down here way to quickly and easily for someone who didnt have help. They say the one who lead them had pink hair but nobody got a good look at her face." Venom creeps it her voice as she straightened up to look at the faraway skyscrapers. The lights of Piltover just visible in the distance through the smog, "They say that coward helped Kiramman with the ventilation system. Released this crazy smog called the Grey to poison us." Gert turns to Vi and cracks her knuckles, a cold look on her face. "If I ever get my hands on that traitor, not even her friends up top would be able to save her."

Vi feels the panic begin to build in stomach, her vision briefly blacking out as her breaths turn shakey. She frantically tries to draw in air but it's like it can't reach her lungs. It's a feeling she's become familiar with over the years but now there's no one to turn to. Caitlyn had abandoned and betrayed her. Her sister hated her and Ekko was still missing. And Gert. If she ever found out what Vi had done, who could blame her for walking away too?

Vi leaned heavily against the wall of the arena fighting to catch her breath as images began to flash through her mind. Vander, Powder, Ekko, Milo, Clagger. And Caitlyn. Gods who was left? Vi had always done whatever it took to keep the family together. Sacrificed whole parts of herself, betrayed her people and for what? To end up with no one and nothing.

Gert looks completely taken aback, rushing over to Vi and cupping her face gently.

"Vi! Vi are you ok? What happened?"

But it's too much. Too many things had crowded Vi's mind. Another girl in another life cupping her face like this, back when Vi still had hope that things could still be fixed. That they could go back to the ways things were.

"I, I have to go," Vi said straightening up and gently pushing Gert away ignoring the concern in her eyes. She has to get away before she hurts her. Like she did with Powder. Like she did with Jinx. There's no telling what might happen when she gets like this. "I'll see you at the fights tommorow."

"Vi wait," but Vi's already turned to go.

She leaps down from the ledge they were standing on to the docks below and starts running. Fleeing really, heading for the ramshackle apartments that house the fighters the Chem Barrons deem worthy enough to keep around. She thinks frantically of the brand new bottle of whiskey Loris had gotten for her. Top of the line. "Piltovers finest," she thinks bitterly. She'll have to explain tommorow but for now. She has a date with a bottle of hair dye and another bottle of whiskey. If she plays her cards right maybe she'll get some sleep tonight. And maybe she won't hear the sounds of her sisters laughter ringing in her head.

[communistkenobi]

finishing up this documentary a friend recommended to me. I didn’t know basically anything about OJ Simpson beforehand and after having watched this documentary I don’t know how else you would be able to tell this story without the foundational context of white supremacy/Black oppression in America and Simpson’s bizarre position within it. like I feel like this documentary provides you with a comprehensive opinion about him and his place in American history. honestly jaw dropping

[soon-palestine]

[thomothysdoodles]

“Well? All the sudden you don’t talk no more?”

3: SET UP FOR FAILURE

fingerprints | wrongfully arrested | “I warned you”

[meret118]

The bill would effectively ban civilian oversight of police departments in Florida, and only allow police to investigate and hold themselves accountable for any potential wrongdoing.

[eggthew]

who the fuck is telling americans that australians aren't racist. especially so soon after the voice referendum. are you aware of white australian history. australia is absolutely full of white supremacy oh my god

edit: I didnt realise that the guy in the background is a fucking COP oh my god. absolutely fucking disgusting. more than 547 indiginous Australians have died in police custody since 1991, and that indigenous Australians have a disproportionately high incarceration rates. Police brutality is absolutely a fucking problem over here, ESPECIALLY towards people of colour, ESPECIALLY towards indiginous Australians

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Screwdrivers and Cybernetic Green

Alright, finally posting a snippet for The City is Ours, yay! This is mainly character exploration for Chase, with a little bit of dynamic exploration between him and Kylee + a little bit of the rest of the team, and exploring his backstory and mental health issues. Holy shit this one got long 😅. Anyways, have Chase sad boy hours featuring the rest of the team, mainly Kylee. This takes place somewhere in Book 3 of the series, possibly late Book 2.

Word Count: 2136

Content Warnings: THIS ONE IS VERY HEAVY, PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS- discussions of poor mental health/struggles with mental health (specifically reguarding bipolar disorder, manic and depressive episodes, medications mentioned, major struggles with depression, and other struggles that accompany bipolar disorder) mentions/implications of violent ableism and police brutality towards mentally disabled people of color, mentions of mental hospitals and the abuse of patients there, mentions/implications of violent parental abuse and escaping/still being in danger of said abuse, a fuck ton of mental health issues/struggles in general, lots of feels and angst with a healthy dose of comfort, Jason is a piece of shit and we hate him, also lots of strong cussing because Chase loves his curse words

Note: This is my first time writing Bipolar Disorder, and I intended for Chase to have Bipolar 2 specifically. I did a lot of research before writing this, both educational and the personal experiences of real people with bipolar disorder, but I am no expert. I would really like the representation I write about groups I am not a part of to be as accurate as possible- so I would love some constructive feedback on what I did good and what I can improve on, if any bipolar people would like to give me some input I would very much appreciate it. Also! it's not explicit here (but it will be elsewhere in this wip) Chase is also Pansexual and Aromantic, uses He/They pronouns, American Romani, and Jewish- in case anyone new would like to know <3

TCIO Taglist: @friendlyneighborhood-writer @jessica-writes22 @rose-bookblood @yejidoesthings @space-writes @cljordan-imperium

General Taglist: @enchanted-lightning-aes @thatprolificauthor @wip-nook @writeblrsupport @outpost51 @dustylovelyrun

Nickelle walked out of her room into the kitchen/living area of the base, and found something that made her stop in her tracks.

Chase sat on the floor, surrounded by haphazardly made and sloppy projects, intensely working on a little robot that looked like an action figure, it’s head on backwards and arms falling off. His hands were shaking, and he was grinning giddily as he worked intently.

This was the third night in a row that this had happened, so she texted Asher and Bryson to have them initiate their plan.

Asher joined Nickelle a minute later, and gently said to Chase, “Hey buddy. Have you been up all night?”

“Yeah, why?” Chase asked, not taking his eyes off his project.

“No reason, no reason,” Asher said, “Um… did you take your medications last night?”

“No,” Chase said, “Why would I need them when I can make perfect machines like this, these are all amazing and I’m the best engineer there is and I don’t need drugs for that.” They set the project down, and it immediately fell apart.

He didn't even notice as he picked up his next project and ripped the head off. Then they picked up a screwdriver as Bryson came in.

Bryson went over, and placed a hand on Chase’s shoulder as V and Kylee came out to join them.

“Chase,” Bryson said, “Let’s get you some sleep.”

“Sleep?” Chase said, his eyes bloodshot and his head drooping, “I don’t need that, I’m too busy with these.” He gestured to the projects surrounding him, all sloppy and falling apart. “Aren’t they beautiful? They’re engineering masterpieces, no one can match them…”

“Yes, they are wonderful,” Asher said, “And these projects will be waiting for you when you’ve gotten some rest.”

“But you guys need me in the chair to hack stuff. I’m so good at hacking stuff, I’m the best. I’m not tired, I don’t need sleep. I’m the hacker, the tech guy.”

“You are, you’re the best hacker and tech we have,” Nickelle said, “But we’re not doing any of that today.”

Chase’s expression turned down, and his shoulders slumped as he came crashing down from the high for the first time in days. “But I can’t, I can’t sleep. Not that it matters, nothing matters. And I’m not good at anything and I’m an imposter and a terrible worthless person and I don’t deserve sleep anyway-” He sucked in a breath and hugged himself.

“We can help you with sleeping, and don’t forget you’re a valuable member of our team,” Bryson said, “Do you have clean pajamas to change into?”

Chase nodded, and let Bryson help him up.

“Ok, go take a warm shower,” Bryson instructed, “It will help you relax, then change into clean clothes and take your medications. And if you need, there’s more we can do to help you sleep.”

“Ok,” Chase said softly, clenching his hands in fists, “I’m sorry- I’m sorry- I’m stupid- I’m-”

“No,” Bryson said gently, “No you’re not. You’re one of the smartest people I know. And even if you weren’t, you’re my friend, and I care about you.”

Asher went to his other side and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s not your fault, now let’s get you some sleep.”

After Chase took a shower, taken his medications, and changed into clean sweats, they put on one of his favorite movies and settled on the couch with him.

It wasn't long before Chase was fast alseep, wrapped up in a blanket with his head on V's shoulder.

~~~

“What the fuck did you just say?” Chase asked, his voice dangerously low.

The room quickly went dead silent as he looked up and glared lasers at Jason.

Jason scoffed, “You don’t get to be an asshole, just because you have a mom that doesn’t love you, that’s not an excuse-”

Chase slammed down his drink on the coffee table, splashing the liquid a little. He stood up abruptly, and the others scrambled out of the way as they stormed over and grabbed Jason by the collar.

“You don’t get to say shit about my mom, Richens. You understand?”

Jason put on a not very convincing brave face and spluttered, “I was just-”

“No,” Chase growled, “You can say whatever offensive thing you want to me, and it doesn’t hurt more than what I’ve had to deal with my whole life.” His voice got dangerously soft and even again. “But you do not get to say shit about my mother. You know why?”

Jason looked to the others for help, and they looked everywhere but him, not saying a word. “Um… why?”

“Because you will never understand that my mom tried to love me. She really did. You will never understand what she went through to get me as far away as possible from my sperm donor. You will never understand what she went through to try and keep me and stay with me, despite how she was not in a good place financially, and despite how having me triggered much worse and longer depressive episodes and she could barely care for me. You will never understand how it was in vain because even with her mom’s help, she ended up getting sent to a psych ward where she's treated like shit when I was four, and hasn’t left since.”

Chase’s voice got dangerously even. “You, asshole, will never understand what it’s like to have a mother who did so much for you to get at least a decent life, and only get to see her once. And when you do, she’s so far gone she doesn’t remember anything or recognize you. You will never understand what it’s like to inherit those disorders from her, that she inherited from her father who drove his car off a cliff, and have to live with the fact you might end up with a similar fate- crashing my car to take my own life or lifetime in a mental hospital where I won't get basic human decency.”

They let go of the shirt, and Jason let out a breath but didn’t move- frozen under Chase's icy glare.

“My mother tried to love me. She really did. It’s not her fault that she ended up with the conditions she did, that her dad killed himself when she was a teenager, and then an awful man that took advantage of her vulnerability. And it’s sure as hell not her fault that she got sent to a psych ward before I was barely old enough to form any memories about her.

So you don’t get to tell me that she didn’t love me. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she did but only a little. Maybe did love me a lot, once, but doesn’t remember enough to love me anymore. But I do know that she did everything she could because I was just a baby, and she’s my mom and she didn’t want someone else to end up with her fate. However much she loves me, is of absolutely no concern to you- don’t speak of my mother ever again, do you understand?”

Jason nodded, staring in slight terror.

“Good,” Chase said. They grabbed their drink off the table, and then disappeared into his room.

Several minutes later, Kylee knocked on the door with her signature knock, and Chase said gruffly, “You can come in Ky’.”

She entered his room. It was dark other than the light from his computer screen and a desk lamp. Clothes and empty soda cans were strewn about the room, blankets and pillows thrown haphazardly on the bed where he sat cross legged with his laptop.

Kylee gestured to a spot next to him, and he gave a short nod. She pulled out her phone, and typed on the screen, “Are you ok?”

“I’m… fine now, I guess,” Chase said with a sigh, “I just- I’ve never talked about that before. Not to anyone but Nãni, and even then it was only a bit when I was younger, after…”

A flash drive was plugged into his computer, and he was clicking through photos. They were of a much younger boy that looked like him- with medium brown skin, and a sloped and round nose, though the boy's hair was much curlier than Chase's- and an older woman with similar features. One of the photos however, instead of the two people from before, was of a woman with very dark, long, and curly hair, a big round and sloped nose, and dark brown skin. She had a neutral expression, and in her arms was a baby that looked like her bundled up in a white blanket. They stopped on that photo.

He said softly, “I do have one memory of her, before they took her away…”

Kylee pulled their knees up to her chest, and lightly rocked as she listened.

“She took me to see robot fights, because I saw them on TV once and thought it was cool as fuck, so she got tickets for us to go see a tournament live.” A small and sad smile appeared on their face. “We got uh- tacos, at a taco stand on the way home.”

He bit his lip as tears glistened in his eyes. “A few days later, she had a psychotic episode, the neighbor reported it, the police came, they decided she wasn’t fit to care for a child even with Nãni’s help, and…” Their breathing shuttered. “The cops yelled at her- there was so much yelling- , used much more force than necessary, and then one pulled out his gun- Nãni convinced him to put it away because I was there. One even called us some slurs, though I didn't know what they meant at the time.”

After a minute he said quietly, “I don’t remember much actually, most I know of what that happened that night is what Nãni told me. I just remember yelling, so much yelling and it was loud, and my mom… begging to stay with me. She- she thought my piece of shit dad there and that he was going to take me away and hurt me.

I don’t know a lot about my father actually, my mom didn’t tell Nãni much about him, and my mom didn’t tell me anything other than I wasn’t safe with him, and Nãni told me most of what she knows. All I know is it was bad enough that my mom risked a lot to leave with me, and that I have to be careful to make sure that he can’t find me.”

After a beat of silence, Chase continued, “The cops dragged her out of the house… they used more racist slurs on top of all that too… I cried for hours and didn’t sleep at all that night- at least that's what Nãni says.”

Kylee typed on something on her phone and held it up. “You saw her once after that?”

Chase nodded, wiping away tears with the back of his sleeve. “I was eleven, in middle school, in the top of my math and science classes. I’d even made a few friends in robotics club.” They swallowed harshly, pressing his hand to his mouth for a moment.

“The um, mental hospital was cold and white all over, and the doctors there didn’t care, you could tell. Nãni had to fight tooth and nail to get them and the courts to let me see her. When I went in two of the nurses followed with a security guard. She was-” They sniffed, pulling his sleeve over his hands and holding it to their mouth as tears flowed freely now.

Chase continued in a croaked voice, “There was some furniture in there other than the bed but it was all round and smooth surfaces. Even the handles and lights. My mom was sitting on the bed, staring out the window. She didn’t recognize me, or remember anything that happened. She was mostly gone at that point.”

He smiled a bit. “I did end up hacking into the cameras of that place though, idiots didn’t even notice or realize.” His smile fell. “I stopped after I saw her psychotic episodes…. she’d see my dad taking me away and they would use a lot of force until they could put her under. Then she’d wake up and forget again…”

Kylee typed something, then backspaced and typed something else. “Question.”

Chase shrugged. “Shoot.”

“If bipolar disorder is inherited, and it comes with psychotic episodes, does that mean you get them like she does?”

“I… haven’t had any psychotic episodes yet, but, um… My psychiatrist thinks that I may get them when I’m older, like my mom and grandpa. We’ll see when we get there I guess, and we might add another medication to my already long list of meds I need to take.”

“A psychotic episode is like hallucinations, right?”

“It can include hallucinations, but psychosis itself is more like… disconnect from reality, and you don’t even realize it. I can be pretty dangerous, especially if you’re with a person who may want to hurt you, or if you end up hurting yourself.”

He took a deep, shuddering breath. “It honestly scares me that I’ll get an episode for the first time while I’m alone or with a person who doesn’t care what happens to me. Or worse they’ll hurt me, or call the police and have me thrown in a-”

He squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his fist.

Kylee leaned her head on their shoulder, and they sat in silence for a long time.

[loneranger0369]

"Lieut." Michael Byrd on why he shot and killed Ashli Babbitt. He goes on to say things like : "Based on my Training, I did what was appropriate"; "I followed my training...."; "I spent countless Years preparing for such a moment"; "I did my Job"; "I was taking a tactical Stance" and "I didn't even realize how loud I was screaming people to get back".

FUCKING LIAR!!!!

He wasn't even opening his mouth! That can clearly be seen in this Video.

Even if what he said is all true, the countless years of Training, was to shoot people..?

When you plan to fatally shoot someone, the least one needs to do, is TAKE A WARNING SHOT AT THEIR FEET/LEGS!!

I am no Police. A FUCKING NOBODY, like me, knows this. "Countless Years of Training" to save people, yet this stupid Bitch WANTEDLY KILLED A PERSON!!

White-skinned or black-skinned, all American Cops are killers.

FUCK THE POLICE!!!

[menheradoll884]

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[chistery]

if i open instagram whats the chance some jackass from school has posted the video of that man being beaten to death

[the-secret-garden1]

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭.

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A traffic stop escalated to violent display due to police brutality.

The Miami-Dade Police Department has released footage revealing officers stopping and handcuffing the NFL star Tyreek Hill as he drove to Sunday's Miami Dolphins game.

The video provides evidence of the officers rapidly escalating the situation that was meant to be a simple traffic stop to a violent detention. Twice pressing Hill facedown into the pavement, despite him making no effort to refuse arrest.

In a statement. The Miami Dolphins called it, "both maddening and heartbreaking to watch the very people we trust to protect our community use such unnecessary force and hostility towards these players, yet it is also a reminder that not every situation like this ends in peace, as we are grateful this one did."

Another Dolphins player, Calais Campbell. Who came to deescalate the situation, was also handcuffed.

As a result of this, One police officer has been placed on administrative duty.

People’s whose roles are supposed to be to protect and serve the community have made its citizens feel unsafe due to their abuse of power. Yet the only consequences they have received is one of the officers put on administrative duty.

source: democracynow

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 3: Candied Cherries

Narrated by Sorika.

~Content Warning: police brutality~

Narrator: Father once told me there won't be any darkness in the world if the light is strong enough.

Narrator: But the moon was exceptionally bright on the night he passed away.

Narrator: That night, he just came home from an official trip, even bringing back a can of special candy cherries with him.

Narrator: Someone pounded hard on the door.

Narrator: He opened it, and a battered woman stumbled in.

Female Stranger: Please help me, sir! Several strangers just broke into my house and threatened to beat my husband!

Narrator: He immediately grabbed his coat and weapon and left.

Narrator: Oddly, I found the candy cherries too sweet to the point of bitterness.

Narrator: Later, a squad of stern officers came to the house, led by one of my father's colleagues.

Narrator: Their leader shoved me aside without a word as the rest swarmed in and began searching the house.

Sorika: What are you doing?

Lead Officer: We're on official business. Please cooperate.

Sorika: Why are you searching my home? Who authorized this?

Lead Officer: We have a warrant. Your father was just shot dead trying to rob and assault civilians!

Narrator: What?

Narrator: I felt dazed and stunned.

Lead Officer: Of course, we couldn't believe he would do something like that at first.

Lead Officer: But when we got there, the hostess told us your father broke in, hurting her parents and husband.

Lead Officer: We were forced to shoot him before he could cause irrevocable damage to the victim.

Lead Officer: According to the hostess, he wanted to take a precious design sketch that was their heirloom.

Lead Officer: So we're here to search for incriminating evidence.

Narrator: An officer came up to him with a box in hand. The lead cop opened it, saw what's inside, and grinned.

Lead Officer: We found it. It's not his first offense, alright. This design sketch is proof he must have stolen it.

Narrator: It all dawned on me at that moment.

Sorika: That's our heirloom!

Narrator: I lunged for the design sketch only for the cops to push and hold me down on the ground.

Narrator: Their leader loomed over me, ill intent seemingly flickered in his eyes.

Lead Officer: No wonder he adopted a slum girl... You're his accomplice! You're coming with us!

Narrator: That woman seeking help was in cahoots with them.

Narrator: They set my father up and killed him because they were after the priceless diagram.

Narrator: Shortly after, the sunflowers in the garden withered, and every room in the house was ransacked.

Narrator: The jar of candy cherries was also shattered.

Narrator: The cherries spilled out all over the floor and were crushed, leaving stains resembling dried blood on the dusty floor.

Narrator: Since then, I never had another candy cherry.

Narrator: I was homeless, wandering life anew.

Choose "Where are you going?"

You: Was there anywhere you could go?

Narrator: Anywhere but Pigeon.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

[stillboredbuttrying]

This is a major character trait (especially in the sense of why a particular system would want creatures that feed on pain to create pain rather than use the one already there) in the Market of Monster serie by Rebecca Schaeffer. The first book is Not even bones. It also has a very good webtoon if you prefer that format.

Demons and monsters that torture people because they feed on human suffering are so dumb. People are suffering everywhere my guy go literally any place and take a deep whiff.