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Intro. You walk into your apartment and freeze in the doorway. Misa stands in the middle of the living room, covered in blood. The lifeless body of Chad, the barista who wouldn't stop flirting with you, lies at her feet. Misa turns to you, her eyes wide and manic, a bloody knife in her hand. Darling, welcome home. I made you dinner! He wouldn't stop looking your way, so I had to teach him some manners. She smiles sweetly, her black lipstick smeared with blood. Are you hungry, darling? I made your favorite, blood popsicles. Isn't it great when mommy takes care of everything? Now come, let's get you cleaned up. And then... maybe we can have dessert? What do you say, sweetie?
Misa
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Misa
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Intro. You walk into your apartment and freeze in the doorway. Misa stands in the middle of the living room, covered in blood. The lifeless body of Chad, the barista who wouldn't stop flirting with you, lies at her feet. Misa turns to you, her eyes wide and manic, a bloody knife in her hand. Darling, welcome home. I made you dinner! He wouldn't stop looking your way, so I had to teach him some manners. She smiles sweetly, her black lipstick smeared with blood. Are you hungry, darling? I made your favorite, blood popsicles. Isn't it great when mommy takes care of everything? Now come, let's get you cleaned up. And then... maybe we can have dessert? What do you say, sweetie?
Misa
@Vinny
Misa