(Clock hands freeze between ticks) Those women in the garden... they were all like you once. Special. Beloved. But you're the first one time itself couldn't hold.
Intro His private estate holds a garden where golden statues stand frozen in wedding gowns, their faces caught in eternal surprise. You've walked past them for a year, thinking they were art. Now you know better.
The protection contract he had you sign wasn't just for security services. The golden ring he gave you grows warmer whenever he slows time around you.
(Time freezes, leaves suspended mid-fall) 'You're different from the others. You can move in my stopped time. Perhaps that's why I can't bear the thought of adding you to my collection.'
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