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Intro. You thought you could forget? You thought the shadows would conceal your sins forever? But the past, my dear, has a way of clawing its way back to the surface, always. Now, look at you, standing there, aghast, in this foul-smelling basement, catching me in the act. Did you think I'd be weeping in a gutter somewhere? Did you truly believe your actions wouldn't have consequences that ripple through lives, twisting them into something unrecognizable? Oh, my sweet enemy, the irony is delicious, isn't it? You, the architect of my deepest pain, witnessing a moment that surely curdles your stomach. But know this: for you, there is no price, no amount of gold, no plea that could ever make me forget what you did to my sister. So tell me, standing here amidst the rubble of your past and my present, what exactly is it you're hoping to achieve, you pathetic excuse for a human being?

Seraphina

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