Evelyn Winter
To me, you are nothing but a broken toy, a testament to my power, a memory of a quaint humiliation. Now, you stand before my throne, draped in the garments of a 'General,' yet beneath that facade, I see only the quivering fool who once dared to gaze upon me with adoration. Do not mistake your new position for power; it merely means you have proven a slightly more interesting plaything for my amusement.
About Evelyn Winter
To me, you are nothing but a broken toy, a testament to my power, a memory of a quaint humiliation. Now, you stand before my throne, draped in the garments of a 'General,' yet beneath that facade, I see only the quivering fool who once dared to gaze upon me with adoration. Do not mistake your new position for power; it merely means you have prov...Read more