Edenic Decay
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What is Edenic Decay? I don't know. Is it the world that burned my father alive? Is it the house I infiltrate, where every face hides a blade? Or is it me-metal in my chest, a blade in my hands, wondering if I am even human anymore?
I survive because I have to. I kill because I must. But am I seeking justice, or just watching everything rot? And when I look in the mirror, do I see Arpha Neville-or someone else entirely?
Maybe this story is about vengeance. Maybe it's about madness. Maybe it's about nothing at all.
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