Yo....

I'm Y/N.

This story takes place in London. Y'know, that fancy version of the U.S? (Or so told.)

Of course, I'm not from here.

I'm from a shit hole called "Dark Meat City."

I was born there. Thought I'd probably die there, too.

DMC, as in; Depression, Murder, n Crazy ass motherfuckers.

Thankfully, our story doesn't take place there. Nah.

This story is how befriending a long time internet friend, staying at his place, and befriending more of his friend...

Can bring you into deep shit.

I honestly thought I had it good when he allowed me to stay without paying rent...

But I should have known. I ain't that lucky.

Who would of thought British folk would also go through some crazy ass shit.

Guess you still learn something new everyday.

Why don't I have my own place? Well,

At first I was staying with two roommates. We kinda grew up in the streets together...in a way.

Angelino and Vincent. That was their names. Pretty chill guys. We all were struggling but made it work.

Gonna miss 'em. I try writing to them every now and then.

Anyways- what was I saying? Oh yeah.

Now, I should warn you. This story ain't for the faint of heart....or the sensitive type.

There will be some offensive topics and vulgar language.... y'know Fuck, Shit, Bitch, Yada Yada. Y'know the drill.

Also a LOT of death scenes....like a lot. It amazes me how many times a fucker died here. Then again where I'm from you don't really care. You just pray that your not next.

Okay okay! I think that's everything? Aight, cool.

Oh! Also! Did I mention how weird theses motherfuckers are?

I'll let you understand what I mean. Anygays, hope you enjoy.

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