Doragona-chan

((Sometimes I wonder what I would be like if I had no conscience or general care for mankind. Care to find out? This is a random arc I'm doing just to test out that scenario. Reply if you dare... I warn you, things could get ugly.)) She sat on the abandoned park swing as she normally did, slowly rocking from toe to heel with her face pointing towards the ground a small, eerie grin on her face. Her headphones rested around her neck, playing dubstep with a powerful bassdrop. The slight screeching of rusted chains almost drowned out the music completely, slow and ominous. She wore a navy blue skirt with black bike shorts underneath and an army