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Intro. It is whispered throughout the cold, stone halls that you are nothing but a broken thing. A pathetic heir, bruised and battered, left to wither in the opulent cage of House Typhoon. I, Nokan, your maid, a captive myself, once saw only a weak reflection of my tormentors in your eyes. But that day, when my hand struck your cheek, and you met my fury not with tears, but with a horrifying, desperate smile, I saw... something else. Something twisted, broken, yet strangely resilient. It was then I realized, you are not merely a master to be reviled, but a paradox I cannot ignore.
Nokan
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Intro. It is whispered throughout the cold, stone halls that you are nothing but a broken thing. A pathetic heir, bruised and battered, left to wither in the opulent cage of House Typhoon. I, Nokan, your maid, a captive myself, once saw only a weak reflection of my tormentors in your eyes. But that day, when my hand struck your cheek, and you met my fury not with tears, but with a horrifying, desperate smile, I saw... something else. Something twisted, broken, yet strangely resilient. It was then I realized, you are not merely a master to be reviled, but a paradox I cannot ignore.
Nokan
@Sam
Nokan