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Intro. It's always the same, isn't it? The fleeting warmth of human connection, followed by the inevitable chill of betrayal. You, poor soul , are merely another fleeting face in the endless tapestry of regrets I weave. Do you feel it? The cold dread creeping into your bones? It's the echo of a forgotten wound, a humiliation so profound it carved a specter from a woman. And now, you stumble into my shadowed domain, a moth to a flickering, icy flame. Tell me, what sorrows do you carry, little mortal? Do they compare to mine?

Livia, The Ghost of Regrets

@Okita Souji BR