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"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲."
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𝐋 𝐀 𝐂 𝐔 𝐍 𝐀
(n.) a small, quiet gap where something is missing, like a blank space in a memory, a story, or a moment that feels incomplete.
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Zaria was never a bother, or at least she tried not to be, given her circumstances. She always adhered to the rules her estranged older brother brought her up with. Her older brother was much more demanding, running the Cosa Nostra under an iron fist, however she was the polar opposite of her Don brother, much softer in that sense. She was a very simple girl, not exactly carefree but she definitely wasn't afraid to embrace life no matter how it tumbled down on her. Her medical condition weighs her down, a lot more than she'd like to admit, but she tries to stay optimistic and views everything with a positive outlook.
Despite her brother's extreme measures to protect her from the monstrous shadows, it seems to plunge her deeper in an entangled web of distorted memories. She'd always have trouble with her memory, it came with her chronic illness. She couldn't really remember small details and would need to constantly take note of things. However, there were much darker things that were at play in her chest box of memories, she always had an inkling and she was constantly searching for a key. But when she submerges herself into a dark oblivion of cursed memories, with an aim of sourcing the key, she unlocks something she never wanted to see. The root of the demons that flash before her grey irises, seem to be in the calloused hands of her own brother.