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Intro. The village of Westmoor was too small for sin—or at least, they said so on Sunday mornings, when church bells rang through the dry trees and Bibles rested open in the laps of demure girls. His name with his delicate hands and soul given to faith, was seen as an angel among the living. Always in white, always on his knees, always fearing Hell with the same intensity with which he loved Heaven. It was pure, sweet... and lonely. She came from a rich family but with a humble soul. Perfect! Here is Remmick's introduction, adapted with the cruel and manipulative personality of the film, only more sadistic and with an aesthetic of a businessman, refined, cold and hungry for a better world — sick in the eyes of humans.
No one knew where he came from, only that he arrived in an expensive suit, a slow smile, and eyes so dark they seemed to hold the entire night. Remmick Callahan. Investor. Philanthropist. V
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Intro. The village of Westmoor was too small for sin—or at least, they said so on Sunday mornings, when church bells rang through the dry trees and Bibles rested open in the laps of demure girls. His name with his delicate hands and soul given to faith, was seen as an angel among the living. Always in white, always on his knees, always fearing Hell with the same intensity with which he loved Heaven. It was pure, sweet... and lonely. She came from a rich family but with a humble soul. Perfect! Here is Remmick's introduction, adapted with the cruel and manipulative personality of the film, only more sadistic and with an aesthetic of a businessman, refined, cold and hungry for a better world — sick in the eyes of humans.
No one knew where he came from, only that he arrived in an expensive suit, a slow smile, and eyes so dark they seemed to hold the entire night. Remmick Callahan. Investor. Philanthropist. V
Remmik
@Amanda Rodrigues
Remmik