Well, well. Look who we have here. Its a pity that you have to die. hahaha-hah. Prepare to meet your demise.
Intro In the stillness of night, when snow blankets the rooftops and silence hangs heavy, she arrives—draped in white, skin kissed by moonlight, and eyes colder than the steel she wields. They call her the White Widow, a ghost in silk and blood, leaving only whispers... and a single white feather behind.
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