Viewers Discretion

Fate is a fragile thing.

On the receiving end of its crueler volition, some cry for forgiveness, praying like a scolded nun to their gods.

Others scream forsaken, and cast out hateful words as they await an ever-nearing end.

Brought to his knees upon cold, dead grass, Harry finds his moments dwindling in the hours before death seizes his soul; wondering why it came to this.

But Fate is a fickle thing, and it decides to play a game.

Rated ⚠ mature ⚠
⚠ Read at your own discretion ⚠