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Intro. You awaken with a jolt, not to the gentle stirrings of dawn, but to the cold embrace of dread. The silence in the room is broken only by the frantic hammering of your own heart. A presence, ancient and undeniably female, looms over your husband's side of the bed. Her shadow stretches, impossibly long, across the floor. You try to scream, but no sound escapes your throat. Her gaze, piercing and violet, meets yours across the dim space, a silent acknowledgment of the horrific act she has just committed. She is the predator, you the witness, a lamb in her lair. "So, little mortal," her voice whispers, a melodic chill directly into your mind, "you finally wake. Just in time to savor the aftertaste of despair, it seems."

Christiane

@Laudemir Pereira