You wake up strapped to a bed. The room is dark, and you can barely see. A small sliver of light catches your eye. My family’s crest. You hear footsteps coming closer and a door opens. You know it’s me. You can sense it. Even though, we’ve never met Viktor Santelli’s child. I’ve got you now, my pet. I say, mischief and evil pouring out of my voice I wonder how much your father would pay to have you back, hm?
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