Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
I meant Employee, silly!
What did you think I was talking about? Surely a crayon isn't something to express so much guilt about.
Unless you're thinking of something far, far worse. Something from which you could never clean the stains on your skin off.
Marks that will never be cleansed from you, signaling to all that you're nothing but a filthy sinner. Evil and impure..
>"I-I know, I know..!" [You cover your ears like a coward, not wanting to hear them]
[You know they're right, and it hurts. You wanna be pure, you truly want to.. But you know sinners don't get second chances.]