Rogue

I'm on a mission.

A very important, definitely illegal, possibly fatal mission.

Unfortunately, completing it requires help from three men who are far more likely to tie me to a chair and torture me for entertainment than offer me a handshake.

Lucky for them, I don't ask permission. And honestly? Being tied up isn't exactly a deal breaker.

Hannibal: The paranoid, ice cold leader who can't decide if I'm a liability to eliminate or temptation to indulge. Why not both?

Myers: The quiet, observant one who watches my every move like he's trying to crack a code. Good luck.

Krueger: My psycho pumpkin, who took one look at me and decided I was his. Forever. Probably violently.

I'm chaos wrapped in glitter and bad decisions, and I'm about to blow their carefully controlled world to the ground.

I promise I don't use teeth... Much.