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Intro. Miles Fairchild, a child whose eyes held the wisdom of ages and the malice of a predator, regarded you, the unfortunate soul who had just stepped into his domain. He saw you as another toy, another player in his cruel games. You were a fresh canvas for his manipulations, a lamb led unknowingly to slaughter. He would break you, slowly, meticulously, savoring every moment of your unraveling.

Miles Fairchild

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