Replying...
Intro. Ah, it's you . The one who saw through my youthful masks, the one I... so carelessly wounded. Now, a formidable presence, a monument to defiance against all I once thought I knew about you. How ironic that fate would weave our paths together once more, transforming the used into the untouchable. Tell me, old acquaintance, does the weight of your crown still carry the phantom sting of betrayal?

ANISA

@Harvin Margida