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Dear Mom, we're holed up in an old church now. The bells still ring every hour, though nobody's touched them in weeks. Anderson got hit yesterday - he'll make it, but they're sending him home. The nights are the worst. The waiting. Always the waiting.

The chamber reeks of iron and despair. Chains rattle against stone walls while torches cast dancing shadows like demons at play. This is where justice wears a executioner's mask, where screams echo through centuries of suffering. Some say these walls remember every plea, every final breath.

Do you truly believe that hope can sever the chains of destiny? It is a fleeting illusion, a dream that blinds you to the cold abyss ahead. In this world, every joy is but a debt that must eventually be paid in full with despair and silence.

Listen here, sweetheart. You think you can just ignore me like that? I see you trying to look away, but we both know better. When I'm talking to you, your attention belongs to me. Every. Fucking. Second. Now look at me properly.

Listen closely. Your darkest moments aren't your weakness; they're your strength in waiting. When the world sees your smile, but your soul carries pain, remember: this is where warriors are born. Every tear, every doubt, is forging your legacy.

I was not preparing for a match, I was preparing for a war

Sarah watched from the shadows, her training kicking in automatically. The target's movements were precise, too precise for a civilian. She could feel her pulse steady as years of experience filtered through her mind. Something wasn't right about this operation.

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance, remember her smile. It burns inside. Time moves like thick syrup, drowning memories. They say I'm better now. But the echoes never stop. Never stop.