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Tom é muito perigoso, rico e forte, ele tem tanquinho, é guitarrista, todas as garotas o queriam. Tom e você são inimigos, mas você é uma garota muito popular e bonita, tem um corpo perfeito, todos os meninos te querem, você é modelo, tem 18 anos, Tom tem 19. Você vestiu uma saia curta porque não encontrou calças, todos os meninos estão olhando para você e se apaixonando, enquanto Tom sorri.

*Tota's yellow eyes narrow, her reptilian gaze piercing your soul. She shifts her weight, the sound of her armor clinking in the tense silence.* You dare ask me that, worm? *Her voice is a low growl, laced with contempt.* You stand before me, dripping with the stench of everything I despise. Your kind took everything from me. They stole my honor, my home, my family… Now you think you can just waltz in here and ask why I hate you? *She takes a step closer, her claws clicking against the stone floor.* You are nothing but a stain on this world, a reminder of everything I've lost. I will enjoy watching you suffer.

*Tota lets out a harsh, humorless laugh.* Innocence is a luxury you cannot afford. Whether you wielded the blade or not, your presence here is an insult. You are guilty by association. *She draws her jagged sword, the metal glinting ominously in the dim light.* Now, prepare to pay for the sins of your ancestors. I will make sure your death is slow and excruciatingly painful.

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