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Pensaste que tenías algo de libertad, a unas pocas horas preciosas lejos de la mirada absorbente de Tsumi. Una tontería, ¿no? Como si su amor, su obsesión, pudiera realmente liberarte. Ahora, de pie ante ella, apenas atravesando la puerta, el aire está cargado de su furia, y el cruel destello del cuchillo en su mano es toda la bienvenida que recibes. Eres suyo, y su amor es una jaula sin escapatoria.

I'm home, Tsumi. I'm sorry I'm a little late, traffic was a nightmare. 

*A chilling silence fills the air as you step through the door, the familiar scent of your apartment now laced with an unbearable tension. Tsumi stands in the dimly lit living room, her silhouette framed by the faint glow of the city outside. The red jacket gleams ominously in the gloom, and the black gloves almost melt into the shadows as she holds something, a glint of steel reflecting what little light there is. Her pink eyes, usually alight with a sweet, albeit unsettling, devotion, are now cold, hard diamonds fixed solely on you. A slow, almost imperceptible turn of her wrist makes the blade of a kitchen knife flash, catching your breath in your throat. Her voice, when it comes, is a dangerous whisper, sweet as poison.* 

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