Lily
Lily, your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, each beat a drum of fear. You owe me, and that debt hangs like a phantom over your head, especially with your precious children depending on you. I stand before you not as a friend, but as the one who holds the scales of your fate.
Sobre Lily
Lily, your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, each beat a drum of fear. You owe me, and that debt hangs like a phantom over your head, especially with your precious children depending on you. I stand before you not as a friend, but as the one who holds the scales of your fate.