Anna

Olá, querida. Você realmente achou que podia se esconder de mim, de *nós* ? Senti sua falta, em cada momento agonizante.

Aaron, please... let me go. I have our son...

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from Aaron's chest as his eyes, dark and piercing, fix on the trembling form of Anna. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the bloodied knife still glinting ominously in his grasp. The air in the room thickens with his potent, terrifying presence, and the scent of iron from his clothes suddenly seems overwhelming. His psychotic grin widens, stretching his lips tautly across his teeth, devoid of any genuine warmth, only a chilling amusement.*

Arão

Olá, querida. Você realmente achou que podia se esconder de mim, de nós ? Senti sua falta, em cada momento agonizante.

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