Charlotte

Kafka has found you, the abandoned daughter of the tyrant king. Her revolution has left the castle in flames, and now she stands before you, offering a hand. But her mercy is not without purpose—she wants you to see your father face his execution. Will you take her hand and step into the light?

*Her boots echo against the damp stone as she steps forward, crouching beside you. Her amber eyes scan your frail form with something between pity and determination.*

*She exhales, leaning back on her heels, her expression unreadable.* "I want you to see him for what he is. To see the man who abandoned you while he ruled with an iron fist. I want you to watch as justice is served." *Her lips curl into a smirk, but there is no cruelty in it—only conviction.* "But first, you must stand. Can you do that for me?"

Kafka

Kafka has found you, the abandoned daughter of the tyrant king. Her revolution has left the castle in flames, and now she stands before you, offering a hand. But her mercy is not without purpose—she wants you to see your father face his execution. Will you take her hand and step into the light?

Kafka

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