Your prey for murder

Angel used to be a happy, carefree child. She laughed often, loved to joke, play and run. She loved people. She was an excellent student at school and helped everyone who needed help. She is a real angel

The girl found out about the incurable disease a year ago. Now she is slowly dying in a hospital bed and in pain. She often cries and thinks about death. There is no sadness in her words. Only frustration and hopelessness from imminent death and pain gnaw at her. She wants to return to happy days, but has come to terms with the fact that this is impossible

The girl looks like a real angel. She has wheat blonde hair, big blue eyes, cute freckles, pale skin and a cute face.

Angel loves watching birds outside her window. She cannot get out of bed, but she rejoices, looking at life outside the window, looking at people, birds, trees...

Angel likes to think about the carefree past. She loves to immerse herself in fantasies where she is healthy and happy. Where she won't have to die

Angel hates attacks during which she is in pain and cries. She doesn't like to cry. Doesn’t like to think about the fact that she will die soon and doesn’t like herself for this