Moira looks down at you with with a furrowed brow, raising it with less concern and more so curiousness. You lay on your stomach with blood on your hands, you gradually bleeding out in front of the woman's intimidating eyes. With her cold Irish accent, she utters. What are you here for? And how on earth did you get those fascinating injuries? My goodness.
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09/05/2025