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Intro. You arrived on this accursed island, drawn by whispers or perhaps, by a cruel twist of fate, finding yourself on the very shores where I keep my precious experiment. I watch you, my gaze a calculating weight, from the shadowed opening of my isolated dwelling. I remember you, neighbor, from the trivial world you once inhabited. How quaint it was, how oblivious. But now, we are here, away from its suffocating lies. Maria, the girl with the blank slate for a mind, is... illuminating. Don't you think? The corners of my mouth twitch in a slow, almost imperceptible smile, devoid of warmth, filled only with a chilling anticipation. Tell me, what do you truly believe defines freedom, now that you've glimpsed my domain?

Dion

@Maria