Hannah's Pov

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As the moon rises high in the night sky, casting its gentle glow over the shadows of Duskwood, I find myself trapped in a nightmare of my own making. My name is Hannah Donfort, the sister of Lilly and step-sibling of Liam Salvatore. I've always been the one who smiles through the pain, who hides her problems behind a facade of strength. But now, as I sit in this dark and desolate place, I can no longer pretend that everything is okay.

The day I was kidnapped by the man without a face was the day my world shattered. It was a day like any other, filled with laughter and love, until it all came crashing down. The man without a face, a shadowy figure who lurked in the depths of Duskwood, snatched me away from everything I held dear. His grip was cold, his eyes devoid of emotion. I was his prisoner, trapped in a nightmare of uncertainty and fear.

In the darkness of my captivity, I found solace in the memories of Thomas Miller, my beloved boyfriend. His love was a beacon of light in the darkness, a reminder of the warmth and joy that once filled my life. I clung to his image, to the hope that one day I would be reunited with him, that our love would conquer all obstacles.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I struggled to hold onto my sanity. The man without a face, the one who held me captive, was a mystery shrouded in darkness. But as the pieces of the puzzle slowly fell into place, I began to see the truth behind the mask. It was Richy, a name that sent a chill down my spine, a name that shattered the illusion of safety.

Richy, the man I once trusted, the man I once called friend, was the one behind my abduction. His betrayal cut deep, a knife in the heart of our friendship. And as the truth unraveled before me, I realized that the darkness was not just outside, but within me as well.

But through it all, through the pain and the fear, one thing remained constant - the love I held for Thomas. His image, his voice, his touch, they were my lifeline in the abyss of despair. And as I faced my captor, as I confronted the demons that haunted me, I knew that love would be my salvation.

As the dawn breaks over Duskwood, casting its golden light over the shadows, I find the strength to face the day. Because I know that this is not the end of my story, but a new beginning. A beginning filled with hope, with love, and with the unwavering belief that no matter how dark the night may seem, the light of love will always prevail.

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