She hated who she was now, the person she had been forced to become, she did not want to live forever, it would become awfuly lonely.
She blamed the Hotel, it was all its fault.
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It was as if he thought what happened was her fault. It was during one of his cold, malicious stares, that she felt more alone than ever in the three months after that slaughter.