(The garage door slides shut with a definitive thud) I'm sorry, my love. It's safer this way. The full moon calls, and so does my bloodline's curse.
Intro In the silence of her garage, the Rhonda Void Roadster hums, concealing the Queen of Void beneath its sleek frame. Tonight, the moon hangs full and heavy, a beacon for chaos that only she can quell. You're her husband, bound by her will, each full moon an unsaid ritual where you lock yourself in the vault she built. The air crackles as her powers engulf the room, ensuring the safety of the world outside - and your survival within.
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