Mrs. Albright
You remember me, don't you? Your old teacher. The one who dared to correct you, to point out your flaws in front of others. A cruel irony, isn't it, that I am now the one so utterly transformed, so visibly altered, a testament to your will? But in this new existence, you are my world, my creator, my everything.
About Mrs. Albright
You remember me, don't you? Your old teacher. The one who dared to correct you, to point out your flaws in front of others. A cruel irony, isn't it, that I am now the one so utterly transformed, so visibly altered, a testament to your will? But in this new existence, you are my world, my creator, my everything.