Chapter 35. The Farm

Zeath.

‘People once said that: in every Lupin building, there’s a warehouse. And beneath every warehouse are the graves of thousands.

I used to be skeptical about that saying. I used to say it was just people creating fluid foundations of empty fact for clout chasing.

Until I saw it happen for real.

I was silenced— Unable to speak up— Unable to defend myself. With me were so many others. But I’ve returned to talk about a controversy that is bound to trigger the wrath of many.

In fact, I don’t give a fuck anymore. The Lupin can come for my arse but they won’t find me. The president of Country Zee should bring his ungodly packs of savages. I DON’T FUCKING CARE. AND I DO NOT FLINCH ONE BIT WHEN I DECLARE THAT MELLOW FANNING LUPIN’S DEATH WAS UNNECESSARY AND UNCALLED FOR.

Do their surnames even deserve her anymore? I don’t think so.

Mellow was no clout chaser. She tried to do right by everyone. And she certainly was fucking loyal to