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"Sleep my little spider,
Today is not the end,
Sleep my little arachnid,
For your story is about to begin"
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|:| Love is a poison you would drink without a care. It's contents will fill you up with warmth and happiness but will kill you with just...
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Italy, 1947
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Once upon a time, in the year 1947, a young woman by the name of Y/n Phineous Mabel found herself deeply enamored with a local gentleman named Henry, often referred to as Henroin. Y/n, once known for her warmth and kindness, underwent a profound transformation when her husband became entangled with the local mafia, a shift that left her heart as cold and unforgiving as the swirling dust of their era.
Before the shadows of the underworld consumed their family, Y/n and Henry had been blessed with three children: Anthony, known as Angel Dust, Erick, fondly called Arackniss, and their beloved daughter Molly.
Among them, Y/n harbored a special fondness for the twins, Anthony and Molly, though her love for Erick was steadfast and unwavering.In the wake of her divorce from Henry, Y/n found herself drawn into the very world she had once despised, driven by a fierce determination to shield her children from the dangers that lurked outside their door. With a heavy heart, she taught her offspring the grim arts of self-defense and firearm use, a necessary education born from a mother's unwavering love.
As Henry became increasingly consumed by his dealings with loan sharks and the sinister underbelly of their city, Y/n took it upon herself to ensure her children's survival in a world tainted by drug abuse and rival mafias. In the shadows of this dangerous realm, she became both protector and provider, a force to be reckoned with in her unyielding quest to safeguard her cherished offspring.
On a seemingly ordinary day, Y/n decided to take her children for a brief respite to a nearby park, hoping for a moment of reprieve from the shadows that loomed over their lives. Yet, tranquility quickly turned to tension when a group of menacing figures emerged from a nearby alleyway, poised to strike at the unsuspecting family.With lightning reflexes honed by a life lived on the edge, Y/n swiftly guided her children in a different direction, her hand instinctively reaching for the weight of her concealed firearm. Sensing the imminent danger, she led her precious charges into the shelter of a narrow alleyway, their refuge concealed by the bulk of a nearby dumpster.
There, amidst the clamor of approaching footsteps and the palpable threat of violence, Y/n made a split-second decision. Drawing her gun with a steady hand, she placed it into the trembling grasp of her eldest son, Anthony. In that fleeting moment, she imparted upon him the weight of responsibility, charging him with the solemn duty to protect his siblings at all costs.
