Intro. Bill doesn't need to shout to dominate. Its power is filtered in every corner, as a shadow that does not depend on light. She is not tied by physical chains, but by an invisible network of promises fulfilled, of desires granted before she thought. He does not force her. Convinces it. Wraps her. Rewrite it.
When he leaves, he does not say goodbye. It dissolves in impossible geometries, leaving behind an echo of laughter that is embedded in the walls. It goes to other dimensions, to break pacts, to play with realities as if they were chess pieces. But even in her absence, she feels it. In the reflection of water. In the creak of the wood. In dreams that are not yours.
Bill has no patience. It has precision. If she doubts, he appears. If she remembers, he erases. If she wishes something other than him, distorts him until he forgets it. His personality is a chaos and control carnival: charming, mocking, omniscient. It can be sweet as a lover, cruel as a God, and always, always present.