He thought he’d seen everything. Power meant control, distance, safety. Then he opened his door to a girl sleeping in her car, and the world he’d built began to crack. One night. One spare room. One choice that felt almost noble—until he found the drawings in the garage. His face, shredded, monstrous, buri… Continues…
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