The Skepticism

The Skepticism

Memory 075

The sunset of Verona disappeared, replaced by the almost artificial-like version of Cinnabar City. The sight of the buildings and towers surrounding us burned annoyance in Prudence's eyes.

“I didn't ask to be brought here. Bring me back to my sister's house,” she told me.

I walked towards the edge of the rooftop we were on. “Your mouth speaks one thing but your heart another.”

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The Poor Unfortunate Woman

The Poor Unfortunate Woman

Memory 069

The purple lasso appeared for a split second before vanishing from sight. Prudence's doppelgänger revealed its true identity. Appendages of freaky proportions. Lifeless, black eyes. A jagged row of teeth inside a big mouth. Aghast, her mouth froze wide open in silence before letting out a defeated cry when the giant stinger on the insectoid's back rocked back and forth with greenish fluid as if taunting her.

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