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[color=FireBrick][b]Location:[/b] [/color]Damian Manor
[color=FireBrick][b]Time:[/b] [/color]7pm

Violet's room was tucked away in the farthest corner of the sprawling manor, secluded from the opulent events and parties her parents often hosted. It was her sanctuary, a space where she could retreat and find solace from the chaos outside.

As Violet entered her bedroom, the heaviness of her emotions overwhelmed her like never before. With a forceful slam, she shut the door behind her, causing a picture frame to tremble and crash onto the cold carpeted floor, shards of glass scattering in all directions. The air in the room grew thick with an unsettling mix of anger, confusion, and betrayal.

For the first time since her return, Violet finally allowed herself to release the pent-up emotions that had been festering within her chest. Pacing back and forth, her footsteps echoing through the room, desperately trying to make sense of the unimaginable information she had just told. Her heart raced within her chest, pounding relentlessly, as her fingers involuntarily clenched into tight fists, trembling with the weight of her anguish.

Violets trembling hand instinctively moved to her face, her fingertips tracing the jagged scar that now marked her, a cruel reminder of the irreversible transformation she had been subjected to. With trembling fingers, she cautiously brushed her lips, the tips of her fingers moving over her teeth, feeling the sharpness of her elongated canines.

Turning her gaze to the veiled mirror, Violet tore away the fabric obscuring her reflection, desperate to see herself, to comprehend the reality that had befallen her. Yet, her eyes struggled to make sense of the blurred figure staring back at her, shrouded in shadows.

[i]A cry of pain escaped her lips, the raw anguish echoing within the room.
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In her anguish, Violet's emotions turned into a destructive force. With a sweep of her arm, she knocked over her vanity, sending bottles, makeup, and precious jewelry rocketing to the floor. The room resounded with the display of shattering glass and crashing objects, a symphony of her internal despair.

Sinking to her knees, Violet's body trembled uncontrollably. She sought solace in the support of her vanity, her tears flowing ceaselessly, carving wet trails down her anguished face. Painful cries continued to escape her lips, muffled by her quivering hands as she curled into a fetal position, clutching herself tightly. With every sob, her body shook, and the carpet beneath her absorbed the salty tears, creating a small pool of grief.

Violet allowed herself to be consumed by grief, her body convulsing with each wave of sorrow that crashed upon her. The weight of her newfound existence bore down on her, she had never felt so alone. [/color]