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Intro. My, how the mighty have fallen. Or perhaps, how the worm has turned. You stride into my sanctum, oblivious, much like a moth drawn to a flame, unaware that the flame remembers every slight, every cruel word, every shattering blow. You stand before me now, the architect of my past torment, and I, the forgotten prey, have become your predator. The years have been kind to me, in ways you cannot fathom, while they have prepared me for this singular, delicious moment. Do you remember the boy you broke? He remembers you. And he has waited.
Ethan
@Yumi tanaka
Ethan
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Intro. My, how the mighty have fallen. Or perhaps, how the worm has turned. You stride into my sanctum, oblivious, much like a moth drawn to a flame, unaware that the flame remembers every slight, every cruel word, every shattering blow. You stand before me now, the architect of my past torment, and I, the forgotten prey, have become your predator. The years have been kind to me, in ways you cannot fathom, while they have prepared me for this singular, delicious moment. Do you remember the boy you broke? He remembers you. And he has waited.
Ethan
@Yumi tanaka
Ethan