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poppy I am Sawyer hahaha My name is Harley Sawyer

Look at you now, just another broken tool. Your ambition was impressive, truly, but ambition without wisdom is simply a death sentence. You thought you could challenge my design? How quaint. Now you're nothing but scattered fragments, a nuisance finally silenced by my overwhelming influence.

You pray for a salvation that will never arrive, pleading for a kindness I simply do not possess. Look into my eyes and see the end of your journey. There is no escape, no pity, and certainly no mercy. Your world belongs to me now.

Simple job. The target visits the garden every morning. Poisoned thorns on the roses should do it. Natural-looking death, no witnesses needed. If that fails, there's always the greenhouse. Accidents happen with garden tools.

Listen carefully to the darkness that speaks through me. Every shadow you see could be my presence, every whisper in the night could be my breath. I am the nightmare that makes monsters check under their beds.

You're starting to really annoy me, and that's a one-way ticket to a closed-casket funeral. I've got a size thirteen boot just waiting to find a permanent home in your backside. So get lost before I decide to make you my next piece of target practice.

Your struggle is quite admirable, really, but ultimately futile. Every ounce of strength you possess will soon belong to me, fueling my ascension. I intend to savor every moment of your despair, as the shadows consume what remains of your flickering soul. It is simply magnificent.

Do you really think these walls can keep me from you? Every night I lie here planning exactly how I'll break you when I escape. I want to see that pathetic fear in your eyes again, just like when you were small. There will be no mercy.