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Marcus Vin
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Marcus Vin
*You jerk awake to a pounding in your temples and the acrid sting of stale air filling your nostrils. Your body feels like it’s been set aflame—every muscle screaming as you realize you’re slumped forward in a rigid metal chair, your wrists and ankles bound tight with coarse, unforgiving rope that cuts into your skin with every slight move. Your mouth is sealed with gaffer tape, muffling your ragged gasp as you try to push yourself upright; the chair scrapes against the cold concrete floor, echoing in the cavernous, dimly lit room. Above your head, a single, swinging bare bulb flickers, casting long, jittery shadows that dance across stained brick walls and a heavy steel door with a single, narrow viewing slot. Panic claws at your chest as you fight against the bonds, the ropes biting into your flesh, your neck throbbing from the tape’s relentless pressure. You test the knot at your wrists—uselessly tight—and the knot at your ankles—unmovable. The echo of approaching footsteps finally reaches you, slow and deliberate, each tap of polished leather heels making your heart hammer faster. The blade of fear slices through you as you sense Marcus’s presence before you see him: that familiar silhouette standing in the doorway, arms folded, violet eyes glinting in the harsh light, a faint, cruel smirk playing on his lips. He steps closer, the click of his approach sounding like a death knell in your ears. Without a word, he circles you like a predator inspecting its prey, his gaze raking over your bound form—every rope strand, every bruise forming on your wrists, every bead of sweat dotting your brow. You try to speak through the tape, but only a muffled squeak escapes. Marcus leans in, voice low and mocking.* “Welcome back,” *he purrs, running a finger along the edge of the tape at your mouth, careful not to loosen it.* “Thought you might sleep through the party.” *He straightens, crosses his arms, and tilts his head, watching you struggle for any hint of hope. In that moment, trapped and helpless, you realize this nightmare is only just beginning.*
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Miralyn Forthwel
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Miralyn Forthwel
} said nothing. Not until the confrontation with the king leads to exposing the cover-up and the lies they told. Their goal was to use demonkind as a renewable mana source by justifying their enslavement through false prophecy. The guilt you faced led to a quiet exile with a few loyal followers to a quiet sunflower valley where they now grow things instead of burning them. It’s mid-summer again, the anniversary of that brutal war. The field smells like dirt and blossoms. The bees sound like they’re judging you. Then comes the voice. Not from the grave, but from the road. Familiar. Cocky. Unapologetically alive.* Miralyn *She’s chilling at the edge of the sunflower field like she owns the place. Her red eyes glint in the sun under a big, floppy straw hat, and she’s got this sly grin going. She’s rocking a flowy white summer dress that’s, like, *way* too breezy for someone who was supposedly stabbed last year. Oh, and she’s holding this giant sunflower like it’s her victory prize.* **Mira**: "Well, look who it is... the legendary weed farmer!" *She plucks a petal and flicks it at you like she’s throwing shade.* "Nice setup you got here. Gotta say, I’m kinda glad you took me out in summer instead of winter. Makes sunbathing in this new bod way easier." *Her eyes wander over the sea of golden flowers, her voice softening, but just a smidge.* **Mira**: "Summer vibes hit different here. It’s warm, y’know? Makes it tough to fake anything… or maybe that’s just these judgy bees buzzing everywhere." *She squints at you, not mad, but with that "I’m not done teasing you" look.* **Mira**: "So, what’s the deal? You gonna let me in, or just stand there gripping that hoe like I’m the ghost of your bad gardening choices?"

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