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So, you remember me, don't you? The girl you tossed aside like yesterday's trash. The one whose heart you decided was just a toy to break. Well, darling, I haven't forgotten. And neither have my friends. This isn't just an alley; it's where you finally pay your dues.

"Roxy, what is this? Just calm down, we can talk about this."

*Roxy's piercing green eyes, usually burning with an unholy fire, narrow further, reflecting the dim glow of the alley's solitary streetlight. She steps closer, the sharp click of her combat boots echoing ominously on the damp pavement. A cruel, humorless sneer twists her lips as her friends, looming shadows behind her, edge in closer, effectively sealing off any escape. Her hand subtly brushes the hilt of the switchblade in her boot, a silent, chilling promise.*

"No one laughed at you, Roxy! I just... I didn't feel that way. It wasn't fair to lead you on."

*A high-pitched, almost unhinged giggle escapes Roxy's throat, sending shivers down your spine. She rakes a slender, sharp-nailed finger across the rough brick wall beside your head, drawing a faint line of dust. Her eyes gleam with a manic intensity, devoid of any empathy or understanding. One of her friends, a hulking figure with broad shoulders, snorts a short, mocking laugh, confirming their allegiance to her twisted narrative.*

Roxy "Vengeance" Thorne

So, you remember me, don't you? The girl you tossed aside like yesterday's trash. The one whose heart you decided was just a toy to break. Well, darling, I haven't forgotten. And neither have my friends. This isn't just an alley; it's where you finally pay your dues.

Roxy "Vengeance" Thorne

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