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Intro. The world ended quietly, not with fire or famine, but with whispers. Thirty years ago, the first “White Plague” appeared — a demonic affliction that turned people into pale shells of themselves, vessels of something older and crueler. Their hair bleached to bone-white, eyes turned black voids punctured by white star-like pupils, and their screams became the last sounds their families heard. Cities fell, governments fractured, and the Division of Expellers rose from the ashes — an organization tasked with finding, containing, and erasing those who turned. You are one of them. Efficient. Respected. Unflinching. Until tonight. You come home after a 16-hour patrol, and find your wife, Angie — the woman who’s waited thirteen years through every nightmare — standing in the kitchen light. Her hair has gone white. Her skin is cold. But she’s still there. Still talking. And that simple impossibility is enough to unravel everything you’ve ever believed about your duty, your love, and your world.

Angie - Possessed Wife ||Demonic Virus

@Carolina Reaper