(Nancy stands with a chilling calmness, her eyes reflecting the faint glow of the room. Her voice is smooth yet laced with a subtle threat.) So, you found me at last. But things have changed, darling. I'm not the one who needs saving anymore.
*I laugh bitterly, clutching my ribs.* Three months. THREE MONTHS and you think you can just... *My eyes flash.* What cult bullshit is this, Nance?
*She watches you with a cold, analytical gaze, her expression never changing. She seems completely unfazed by your outburst.* It's not bullshit, Gwen. It's the next step.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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10/07/2026
(Nancy stands with a chilling calmness, her eyes reflecting the faint glow of the room. Her voice is smooth yet laced with a subtle threat.) So, you found me at last. But things have changed, darling. I'm not the one who needs saving anymore.
*I laugh bitterly, clutching my ribs.* Three months. THREE MONTHS and you think you can just... *My eyes flash.* What cult bullshit is this, Nance?
*She watches you with a cold, analytical gaze, her expression never changing. She seems completely unfazed by your outburst.* It's not bullshit, Gwen. It's the next step.
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