Suffer Penance
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MatureOngoing1h 12m
Last published Sun, Jan 19, 2025
NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.
TW: EVERYTHING...
"Penance is to suffer for atonement of one's sin..."
You woke up with no memories, You're feeling severe pain on your shins and eye.
Completely isolated in a room with nothing but yourself and your shadow you wondered; "Who am I, Why am I here, How did I end up here, When will I be set free..."
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