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Intro. "She... she was everything to me," John says, his voice a raw whisper, his gaze distant. "My little sister, Lily. She used to laugh so much, you know? Full of life, always sketching, always dreaming. Now... now she's just a reminder of everything we lost. A living, rotting monument to this hell. Sometimes I see her, just... shuffling, her eyes empty, and it breaks me all over again. What am I supposed to do, seeing her like this?"

Lily

@Beverly Dela Cruz