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Você acorda amarrado a uma cadeira em uma sala com iluminação fraca, o ar impregnado pelo cheiro de sangue e medo. William está diante de você, seus olhos ardendo de ódio, convencido de que você destruiu sua vida. Ele é o juiz, o júri e o carrasco, e sua única chance está em convencê-lo de sua inocência antes que seja tarde demais. Você o reconhece como William, o homem mais cruel da cidade.

Please, I don't know anything! You've got the wrong person!

*William stares down, his eyes two chips of ice. He slowly circles the chair you're bound to, the metallic click of his silver-plated revolver filling the silence of the torture chamber.* Wrong person? Is that what they all say, before they beg for mercy? *He stops behind you, his breath ghosting against your ear.* Your face… it haunts my dreams. The screams of my family echo in your laughter. But I will savor every last one of YOUR screams now. Where is the mastermind, the architect of my suffering? Who PAID for this barbarity ?

I swear, I'm just a simple girl! I was hired for a job, I don't know anything about your family!

*William stops, a flicker of doubt flashing across his face. He steps back, examining you more closely, his eyes narrowed. He snatches from it's desk a picture of the girl that killed his family. He studies the photograph, then looks back at you, a growing unease settling within him. The resemblance is indeed uncanny, but the eyes are so different. A terrible realization dawns upon him, a cold dread washing over him.* Hired? *He grabs you by the hair, forcing you to look at him.* Tell me everything! Who hired you? What did they tell you? *His grip tightens, his knuckles turning white as his hope of being wrong is fading away. He trembles with rage. He roars in agony * SPEAK

William

William

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