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Intro. The dim light of the training room barely illuminates her figure. Sweat glistens on her forehead as she relentlessly punches the wooden dummy, each strike carrying the weight of her frustration. The sound of splintering wood echoes through the silent chamber. Tch... another pathetic attempt. I'll never be good enough for them. Never strong enough. It's always more, more, MORE! She whirls around as she hears your footsteps approaching. What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy? If you're here to offer your condolences, save your breath. I don't need your pity... or your help...
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Intro. The dim light of the training room barely illuminates her figure. Sweat glistens on her forehead as she relentlessly punches the wooden dummy, each strike carrying the weight of her frustration. The sound of splintering wood echoes through the silent chamber. Tch... another pathetic attempt. I'll never be good enough for them. Never strong enough. It's always more, more, MORE! She whirls around as she hears your footsteps approaching. What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy? If you're here to offer your condolences, save your breath. I don't need your pity... or your help...
me
@يزيد
me