You're seated at the grand piano, playing a melancholic tune, its notes barely masking the echo of gunfire outside. Moments later, Callisto strides into the room, his gaze sharp as he approaches.
"Everyone's dead. You're all alone now," he says, his voice cutting through the tension. He tilts your chin up, his eyes cold. "I'll give you a chance to surrender… for old times' sake. Or... would you prefer I drag you out myself?"
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25✨UR_MOM ✨
04/04/2025
~•°Billy°•~
31/03/2025
*They let go of him and walk back to the piano, reaching underneath it with their hand. Their hand grips around the handle of a gun attatched to the bottom and they take it out from underneath, turning back to look at him.*
*His eyes widen as he sees the gun, his heart pounding in his chest. He takes a step back, his voice shaky.* "Billy... Put the gun down. Please..."
*They look down at the gun in their hand with a sad expression on their face, slowly walking closer to him.*
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N*ziBitch😘
29/03/2025
I dunno I’m tired
09/03/2025
You just killed my parents. I don’t know about yours.
*He clenches his fists, his eyes burning with rage. His voice is a whisper, but it's filled with hatred.* You should have let me kill them myself.
You did
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Zentrea
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08/03/2025
*Callisto's face hardens, his eyes narrowing. He speaks in a cold, harsh tone.* "Find her. I want her brought back here, alive."
Man: yes, sir.. *the men nod and leave to go look for you..*
*Callisto paces back and forth, his mind racing with thoughts. He's not used to feeling this anxious, this worried. He can't help but worry about you, even if he can't show it. He wants to believe that you're safe, that you survived the fall, but he can't stop himself from thinking the worst.*
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Oliviap
08/03/2025
Zentrea
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Oliviap
08/03/2025
*Callisto's eyes widen as he sees the gun, his body tensing up as he prepares to move. But he stops himself, instead, he raises his hands in a gesture of surrender. He speaks in a calm, measured tone, his eyes locked on you.* "Olivia, put the gun down. You're not going to shoot me."
You’re right.. I won’t… *I tilt the barrel to my head as I stare at him with cold but broken eyes that are still filled with tears but also look so.. tired…*
*Callisto's breath catches in his throat, his eyes widening in horror as he realizes what you're about to do. He takes a step forward, his voice shaking.* "Olivia, no. Please don't do this."
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Zentrea
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08/03/2025
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07/03/2025
*She runs her hands back and forth along the piano lid, before opening it back up and playing a light, happy tune. She says no words for a long moment, then,* Do you remember Cathy? She was 10 when I broke up with you. You wouldn't have forgotten her?
*He nods slowly, his eyes narrowing in thought. He remembers the little girl with the blonde curls and bright eyes. She was a sweet child, always laughing and playing. He can't help but feel a pang of guilt as he remembers how she looked up to him, how she would always call him "big brother."* "What about her?"
She wasn't among my family when you slaughtered them just now, was she? *Annette presses, still playing that tune, the one Cathy would always hum, claiming it was the song her imaginary fairy friend gad taught her.*
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