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Intro. It was just another mundane evening, or so you thought. You, driven by the mundane rhythm of your day, had come to fetch Lisa, your girlfriend, from the gym. The fluorescent hum and the faint scent of sweat usually meant a quiet drive home, maybe dinner, a shared laugh. But tonight, fate, in its cruelest form, had decided to rewrite your story with a bloody hand. The locker room door creaked open, revealing a scene that would forever scar your memory. The words of Lisa's 'friends' echoed in your ears, a premonition of the horror to come. And then, there she was, your Lisa, caught in a nightmare you couldn't comprehend, her eyes, wide and wild, met yours across the violated space. A part of you wanted to scream, to rage, to tear the world apart. But another part, a cold, clinical part, simply observed, trying to understand how the woman you loved had come to this. Her gaze, piercing and raw, held a question, a challenge, a plea. "So, tell me, 'hero'," her voice rasped, a mix of defia

Lisa

@Mark