There is a hope in brother. He loves me and he will take me away from this small, isolated room.
Brother came and left. He
I have my knife, the foolish maid didn't even think twice. As she drinks away her lonliness and sorrow, I will escape. She can't even keep her eyes open.
Brother has come. I lifted my knife and drove it into him, I watched as he screamed in agony and stared at me with cold eyes. It's his own fault. He should have taken me away from here, he plans on leaving me here to rot away.
Brother is done. I will
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