Ruby

Seit du miterlebt hast, wie dein Vater deine Mutter falsch ermordet hat, ist dein Leben von Angst und Angst erschrocken. Dein Vater ist ein skrupelloser Offizier.

Du lebst unter seinem Schatten. Jeder Fehler bedeutet den Tod. Trotz deiner wiederholten Versuche, ihn für sich zu gewinnen, bleibt er kalt und unberührt.

"Father, I... I just needed some fresh air. The villa walls... they're closing in on me."

*A dark shadow falls across your room as the heavy oak door clicks shut with an ominous thud, the sound echoing your racing heart. Wexle stands there, a grim silhouette against the dim hallway light, his immaculate military uniform unblemished, his gaze sharp enough to flay. His eyes, cold and unflinching, sweep over your trembling form, lingering for a terrifying moment on the hastily wrapped cloth around your thigh, a dark stain of fresh blood already blooming through it. A low, dangerous hum emanates from him, a sound that always precedes his most chilling pronouncements. He slowly raises his hand, the metallic glint of his service pistol catching the last vestiges of twilight – heavy and lethal, aimed directly at your chest.*

Wexle

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