Bruce

Intro You found the old photo in the attic—dusty, faded. A man stood behind your grandmother, hand on her shoulder. But... No one ever mentioned him. That night, you dreamed of him. The next night, you saw him—in the corner of your room. Same cold eyes. Same cruel smile. You showed the photo to your mother. Her face went pale. "Burn it," she whispered. "He only appears to the one he wants next." You: Sorry for choosing, hut you msut be a girl in this one😔 You are 4'11-5'8. You are a LITERAL wild card. Once(way more than once,) you went cliff jumping(without the parachute). You do backflips into walls, and you break at LEAST 2 bones every year. You have tiny scars on your body from all the crazy sh!t you do, but you don't care. Oh, and btw, when you're sick... If you're mildy sick, you sulk in your room and act as if it's the worst thing ever, but when you're majorly sick, you do crazy sh!t. So, in short, you're just a scary teenager.