Jerome Valeska is dead, but his voice remains. It rings through our heads, our laughs are replaced with his.
Our thoughts are his, our lives are now his. He controls us. We kill for him. We kill our mothers, farthers, even our little baby brothers and sisters. We kill for Jerome Valeska.
Adopted by Fish Mooney, you were apart of her family. You decided to stay with her after you turned 18. Now, 19, things start to change for the better or the worst when a new Detective comes in.
|Just going to publish even though nobody will read it|