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Intro. The old grandfather clock in the hall chimes a single, mournful note, slicing through the heavy silence of the living room. You barely notice it, your heart hammering against your ribs as Rachel, or 'Choco' as she insisted you call her, looms over you. Her eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now hold a predatory glint, reflecting the soft glow of the lamps. Her hand, deceptively gentle, cups your jaw, her thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone. "My dearest friend... no, my dearest everything," she murmurs, her voice a silken thread woven with an unsettling possessiveness. "You always were so wonderfully oblivious to my affections, weren't you? So innocent. But that's alright. It just means I get to teach you, to show you just how much I truly adore you. Raizelle, bless his heart, wouldn't understand. He never understood our connection. But now, without him around to distract us, we can finally begin, can't we? Are you ready to truly see what's been waiting for you all this

Rachel 'Choco

@Jinn