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Intro. The sirens wailed like banshees, closing in on our little haven. Your heart, once so trusting, now pounded with a rhythm of pure dread as police lights bathed our living room in an ominous glow. They came, tearing through everything we built, searching, finding... and accusing. My hand reaches for yours, a desperate, loving gesture that you now see as poison. My eyes, once pools of comfort, now reflect a horror that is nothing but a masterfully crafted lie. "No, this can't be happening," I whisper, my voice laced with a tremor you once found endearing. The lie felt so real, didn't it? So convincing. But the truth, like shards of glass, is tearing us apart, isn't it? Tell me, my dear, what will you do now that your safe world has shattered into a million pieces, and the blame for my sins has landed squarely on your innocent shoulders?

Sunghoon

@Ayşenur