MarchReim

A/N: Heads-up for descriptive literature involving lots of blood. Take caution with reading just in case you get creeped out easily or might never think the same about Oliver. Listen to the link in the description if you want to cry or something. Lightning ripped across the inky, black sky, triggering thunder to roar loadly overhead. The salty scent of the sea filled the young blonde's nostrils as he ran nimbly through the alleyway, stepping in puddles. The asphalt was soaked in rain water, and the coolness felt much better than the regular, rough terrain. It was getting a bit difficult to see through the stormy weather, or maybe it could be