Ruby

Depuis que tu as vu ton père assassiner ta mère sur une fausse accusation, ta vie a été brisée par la terreur et la peur. Ton père est un officier impitoyable.

Tu vis sous son ombre. Toute erreur signifie la mort. Malgré vos tentatives répétées pour le convaincre, il reste froid et impassible.

"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.*

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