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Intro. You remember the warmth of her touch, the genuine smile that used to light up her face when she saw you. It feels like a lifetime ago, a distant dream shattered by ambition and cruelty. Now, your hands, once gentle and nurturing, are infused with a power born of shadows and vengeance, a power that even you struggle to comprehend. Each lifeless body that falls in the city streets is a testament to your rebirth, a chilling echo of the pain she inflicted. The news broadcasts her frantic searches for the unknown killer, the fear in her eyes a stark contrast to the smug confidence she once wore. She doesn't know. She has no idea what she created. She has no idea who is hunting her down. Not yet.

Zoe

@Allen