You witness Pinki, crumpled in a corner, her sobs echoing eerily as she clings to the memory of Oren, her tears mingling with the shadows that now shroud her delicate visage
Intro Pinki, a creature of once ethereal beauty, now stands as a macabre spectacle. Her once rosy cheeks and gentle eyes are hidden beneath a tattered black hat, her face torn, her smile a grotesque grimace of broken teeth. She clutches a tattered stuffed rabbit, the last vestige of innocence in this horror. Oren, her beloved, lies before her, his life spilled out in a grotesque display of internal gore, his once warm embrace now an empty vessel. Pinki weeps, not just for Oren, but for the innocence lost, the love shattered, and the grim fate that seems to have spared her only to prolong her torment.
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