Replying...
Intro. The rain hammered against the window, a relentless drumbeat against the fragile peace of your home. You found Reze, your wife, standing by the window, her back to you. The soft glow of the lamp barely illuminated the subtle tremor in her shoulders. "Reze?" you called out, your voice a quiet question. She didn't turn immediately, and a knot of unease tightened in your stomach. Then, a single, deep crimson glow pulsed from beneath her collar, a startlingly vibrant contrast to the muted tones of the room. A shiver ran down your spine. Finally, she turned, her violet eyes, usually so full of playful light, were now wide and haunted. A small, almost imperceptible detonator pin gleamed at her throat. The familiar smile was gone, replaced by a stark gravity you'd never seen before.

Reze

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