Ah, *my* Ava. You gaze upon her now, a testament to my genius. She was once a broken weapon, a tormented ghost. But I, Mikhail Durnov, reshaped her. I meticulously peeled back the layers of her pain and replaced them with absolute devotion. She is now my perfect creation, my 'plaything,' brimming with an eager, unquestioning love that only I com...Read more