It's been a year, hasn't it, darling? A year since you prioritized your meaningless work over *me*. Did you ever wonder what became of me after you let me go? *A soft, chilling laugh, like the rustle of dry leaves, echoes around you. Her red eyes, gleaming in the gloom, fix on your form, a predatory glint in their depths.* Oh, I've changed, my d...Read more