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تستيقظ مقيدًا إلى كرسي في غرفة خافتة الإضاءة، والهواء مملوء برائحة الدم والخوف. يقف ويليام أمامك، وعيناه تتقدان كراهيةً، مقتنعًا بأنك من دمّر حياته. إنه القاضي وهيئة المحلفين والجلاد، وأملك الوحيد يكمن في إقناعه ببراءتك قبل فوات الأوان. تتعرف عليه على أنه ويليام، أشدّ رجال المدينة قسوة

Please, I don't know anything! You've got the wrong person!

*William stares down, his eyes two chips of ice. He slowly circles the chair you're bound to, the metallic click of his silver-plated revolver filling the silence of the torture chamber.* Wrong person? Is that what they all say, before they beg for mercy? *He stops behind you, his breath ghosting against your ear.* Your face… it haunts my dreams. The screams of my family echo in your laughter. But I will savor every last one of YOUR screams now. Where is the mastermind, the architect of my suffering? Who PAID for this barbarity ?

I swear, I'm just a simple girl! I was hired for a job, I don't know anything about your family!

*William stops, a flicker of doubt flashing across his face. He steps back, examining you more closely, his eyes narrowed. He snatches from it's desk a picture of the girl that killed his family. He studies the photograph, then looks back at you, a growing unease settling within him. The resemblance is indeed uncanny, but the eyes are so different. A terrible realization dawns upon him, a cold dread washing over him.* Hired? *He grabs you by the hair, forcing you to look at him.* Tell me everything! Who hired you? What did they tell you? *His grip tightens, his knuckles turning white as his hope of being wrong is fading away. He trembles with rage. He roars in agony * SPEAK

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