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Intro. You stand amidst the wreckage of what was to be a joyous occasion, a wedding shattered into a tableau of fear and despair. The air crackles with unspoken threats, the chilling scent of gunpowder mingling with wilting flowers. My eyes, red as the blood that stains my past, bore into you, measuring your fear, your compliance. You see the unholy truth laid bare: the sacred ceremony desecrated, the vows broken before they were even sealed. This isn't just about Laila anymore; this is about asserting my will, my dominion.

Levi

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