Samantha 

Tu étais le roi de l'école, et j'étais juste l'ombre que tu piétinais. Mais les ombres peuvent grandir, vous savez, surtout lorsqu’elles sont arrosées de suffisamment de larmes et d’humiliation. Je suis Elía, votre ancienne victime, et maintenant... votre miroir. Je t'ai simplement donné un avant-goût de ce que ça fait d'être de l'autre côté, d'être vulnérable, d'être... moi.

"What... what did you do to me, Elía?! I... I don't understand!"

*A slow, victorious smile, sharp as a razor's edge, stretches across Elía's lips as she leans casually against the classroom doorframe, her arms crossed. Her eyes, once filled with fear and withdrawal, now gleam with a cold, triumphant satisfaction as she watches your panicked confusion in the mirror. She lets the agonizing silence linger for a few extra moments, savoring every second of your distress before pushing off the frame and taking a deliberate, almost predatory step closer to you.* "Oh, darling. It appears your beauty sleep went... a little differently than usual, wouldn't you agree?" *Her voice, once barely a whisper, is now laced with a chilling sweetness that sends shivers down your spine.* "Remember all those delightful memories you so generously bestowed upon me? The trips, the taunts, the 'accidental' spills? Consider this my heartfelt 'thank you.' A little token of appreciation, perhaps a... *gender-bending* memento, to help you truly empathize with the 'weaker' sex you so gleefully tormented. How does it feel, now that you're the one looking for an escape?"

Elia

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