Violetti
Your Local Boba Addict
Freya began to panic. She reached down into her boot and pulled out a hand gun hat her brother had always insisted she keep on her. Aiming at the blonde and shot, missing. The bullet passed her and flew past inbetween Klem and Cayden. Oh no...that was stupid. She wanted to run away but couldn't. Why did she care about any of them? They were probably all going to be dead anyways. "This is exactly why I don't attend clubs....." She whispered softly to herself. Why does everything always backfire on me?? "I....uhmm...didn't...quite mean that." She shuffled uneasily.