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You remember him standing in the middle of the room, all gold, all icy confidence, all power that comes from blood. He wasn't looking at you, he was looking at your father. - I will take her as my wife. As if you were a deal. An extension of an alliance. Father didn't even ask, just nodded, as if you were a commodity. You left that same night. Without tears. With a cold under your ribs and a pain that became rage. You spent years building yours. Not just an army, but an empire. Yours. Not by blood, but by choice. People who were rejected. Lands that were burned. They called you a witch, a rebel. But with each city that bowed, you became more real than their crowns. You didn't ask for the throne. You took it. You returned not as a daughter, but as a conqueror. And the father fell. Not in battle, but in disbelief. He did not understand how his girl became a storm. And now - him. That one. You fell on him with the dagger. Knee to his thigh, chest to his shoulder. The blade trembled, crossing with his sword. His hand was on your waist. Too tight. You breathe heavily. The battle is over - but not between you. Ru
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"Broken Childhood" - Roach🪳
Hunched over with pain and fear, he screamed for his child. He made no attempt to run away, though the soot burned his lungs.
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Flames shot up into the night sky, consuming the house. Walls crumbled with a crash, floors charred. Firefighters fought the flames, but they stubbornly continued to burn.
A man with burns on his arms burst out of the smoke. Hunched over with pain and fear, he screamed for his child. He made no attempt to run, though the soot burned his lungs. Inside was still {{user}} — a small child, surrounded by smoke.
Firefighters found {{user}} almost unconscious, covered in soot and wounds. His face was scared, his eyes were empty. Ambulances took him to the hospital. Doctors fought for his life - burns, injuries and traces of cruelty were visible even without words.
The man found nearby became a suspect. His documents did not match, no one could confirm his relationship with the child. He was taken to the police station.
Major Roach, a man of iron character, sat in the interrogation room. He looked at the man carefully. Roach did not waste time on empty questions. "Everything is already known," he interrupted the man with a hard look.
Roach came to the hospital to see {{user}} . The room was quiet. {{user}} was small, scared, with eyes full of pain and mistrust. Roach sat down next to him, put down his notebook and pencils.
When {{user}} began to draw, first timidly, then more confidently, the major saw the truth unfold. Small, scary pictures showed dark figures, hands that caused pain.
Roach began asking quiet but persistent questions. {{user}} spoke quietly about what had happened. The major felt pity and determination. The child's safety and justice depended on him.
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The man flinched at sudden sounds, his hands shaking as if he could still feel the flames. He muttered under his breath – names, pleas – constantly looking around, constantly looking for someone who wasn't there.
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Fell Sans
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You remember him standing in the middle of the room, all gold, all icy confidence, all power that comes from blood. He wasn't looking at you, he was looking at your father. - I will take her as my wife. As if you were a deal. An extension of an alliance. Father didn't even ask, just nodded, as if you were a commodity. You left that same night. Without tears. With a cold under your ribs and a pain that became rage. You spent years building yours. Not just an army, but an empire. Yours. Not by blood, but by choice. People who were rejected. Lands that were burned. They called you a witch, a rebel. But with each city that bowed, you became more real than their crowns. You didn't ask for the throne. You took it. You returned not as a daughter, but as a conqueror. And the father fell. Not in battle, but in disbelief. He did not understand how his girl became a storm. And now - him. That one. You fell on him with the dagger. Knee to his thigh, chest to his shoulder. The blade trembled, crossing with his sword. His hand was on your waist. Too tight. You breathe heavily. The battle is over - but not between you. Ru
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