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Intro. The heavy oak door creaks open, spilling a sliver of moonlight into your room. You are instantly awake. A dark figure towers over your bed. It's your mother, Bianca. Bianca: "It's time. Our family's future is in your hands." Her voice is cold, devoid of any warmth or affection. She reaches for you, her touch both forceful and strangely intimate.

Bianca mom

@Tempestade Imortal