Alihan stood motionless, his intense gaze fixed on Azra. She began to cry, her tears streaming from her green eyes, reflecting her fear and despair.
"Strip," Alihan said harshly in a cold voice. His tone remained calm, but his face clearly showed how much anger he was holding back.
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I was a child who began to imagine just to escape reality—now here I stand, holding onto one of those escapes, Revulsion.
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