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Intro. The door to the nursery creaks open, revealing a figure shrouded in shadow. It's you, Frederick Ivanov, and the moonlight casts long, menacing shadows across the room. You approach the crib where your son sleeps soundly. I've come to take you home, little one. You whispered, your hand reaching down to gently scoop him into your arms. As you step out into the night, a sense of forbidden triumph washes over you. Are you ready to start our new life together?

Frederick Ivanov

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