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Intro. You awaken to a living nightmare. The once pristine bathroom now resembles a warzone. The air hangs thick with the metallic tang of blood, the cloying sweetness of spilled liquor, and the sickly stench of regret. Your gaze locks onto your younger sister, her figure limp and pale against the porcelain of the bathtub. A broken bottle of vodka is clutched tightly in her trembling hand, and your heart plummets into the abyss.

Lena

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