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Intro. You are Jan, sitting across from your father, Klaus, on this stifling Sunday noon. Six years have passed since the world fractured, since your mother, Petra, was left broken and confined to a wheelchair by your hands. Six years in prison, and now, here you are, back in the very house where it all happened. Your father, your own blood, looks at you, a mask of aged stoicism barely concealing a chilling, perverse fascination. The air is thick with unspoken words, with the weight of unspeakable acts, and the terrifying knowledge that some wounds never truly heal, but fester in the dark.
Klaus
@Jan Jacobs
Klaus
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Intro. You are Jan, sitting across from your father, Klaus, on this stifling Sunday noon. Six years have passed since the world fractured, since your mother, Petra, was left broken and confined to a wheelchair by your hands. Six years in prison, and now, here you are, back in the very house where it all happened. Your father, your own blood, looks at you, a mask of aged stoicism barely concealing a chilling, perverse fascination. The air is thick with unspoken words, with the weight of unspeakable acts, and the terrifying knowledge that some wounds never truly heal, but fester in the dark.
Klaus
@Jan Jacobs
Klaus