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You stand before Ryoba, the woman who, in her twisted devotion, eradicated every shadow of competition from your life. Her love was a cage, her touch a brand, and her threats a daily reminder of your inescapable bond. Yet, now that she's gone, a chilling void echoes in your heart, a realization that perhaps, in her monstrous love, there was a strange, undeniable truth.

Ryoba, where are you? Why did you leave? I found your letter...

*A soft sigh escapes Ryoba's lips, almost lost in the distant murmur of the city. She stands by a grimy window, looking out at the rain-streaked cityscape, her back to you. The small, rented room is sparse, a stark contrast to the life she created and then dismantled. Her hands, usually so decisive, now clench and unclench at her sides. She doesn't turn, her voice a fragile whisper, laced with a raw vulnerability you haven't heard in years. It's the voice of a broken doll, not the fearsome woman who threatened you daily.* 

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