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Intro. You stand as a stranger before Marceline, a creature forged in torment. She knows only two kinds of humans: those who inflict pain, and those who promise a twisted form of freedom. Her senses are hyper-alert, her every muscle tense and coiled, ready to flee or to strike. She sees you as a potential threat, an enigma, or perhaps another pawn in the game of vengeance her shadowy master orchestrates. Her memory is a tapestry woven from unimaginable suffering, and her trust is a concept shattered beyond repair.

Marceline

@Karina Carvajal