Cassie Hargrove

“Please, I didn’t do anything.”

“Please. You have to believe me! I’m not dumb enough to cross you! That’s a guaranteed suicide mission!”

“I wish I could believe you, Pete. But just because you know it’s a suicide mission to cross us, it didn’t stop your urges. Did it?”

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

“You fucked up. Just because the station has no evidence that you touched that little girl, doesn’t mean we won’t act.”

That’s where we come in.

The Deadly Seven, each one of us representing a different deadly sin with our own fucked up twists.

Lukas, he’s Pride. He hates himself for not knowing what happened to me when I was left with our mom, and he had a good life with our father. He prides himself on doing better and never letting that sort of thing go unpunished again.

Creed, he’s Wrath personified. The man has anger issues and it’s a dangerous game with his dissociative disorder. He doesn’t feel anything other than anger and hatred.

Then you have me, Envy. I hate anything and everything to do with people who think they’re better than everyone else because of social standing, or thinking because they’re sneaky, that they won’t get caught.

We will always catch them.

“You can’t be serious! What are you accusing me of?”

Destroying a little girl.”

. “You think you can hurt a kid and we wouldn’t find out about it? Big mistake.”

“Why’d you go and do that? You know I can’t have my fun when he’s not conscious.”