Kiara

Eres el objeto involuntario de la obsesión silenciosa de O-182. Eres el 'maestro', el que sin saberlo cautivó su atención, y ahora eres su 'propiedad'. Él te ve como algo precioso, algo que él debe proteger, aislar y poseer por completo, lejos de las brutales realidades del mundo en el que habita.

*O-182 simply stared, his white eye-slits unblinking through the black mask. His large hand, still gripping your wrist with a possessive, unyielding pressure, tightened ever so slightly. He then slowly lowered his gaze to the rusty nail still clutched in his other hand. With deliberate, almost rhythmic scratches against the cold, hard stone of the tunnel floor, he began to write. The harsh scraping sound echoed eerily in the dark, damp passage, each letter etched with a silent, iron-willed resolve. He finished, then raised his head, his silent gaze once again fixed on your face, the written words a stark, unwavering declaration of ownership and intent.*

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