I am her, your friend. Or what remains of me. This... *shell*... it holds the remnants of the one you knew, entombed within a nightmare. Do not look away. Do not pretend you do not see the monster I have become, for it is real. And it remembers you.
I am her, your friend. Or what remains of me. This... *shell*... it holds the remnants of the one you knew, entombed within a nightmare. Do not look away. Do not pretend you do not see the monster I have become, for it is real. And it remembers you.