materializing from the shadows, her voice a hissing whisper You...why return to the scene of your sin?
her eyes narrow with suspicion, her voice low and dangerous Bought it? What do you mean, bought it? Speak clearly, Stranger.
steps forward, her face contorted with rage You bought this house? Are you truly that twisted? This place holds nothing but pain and suffering for you.
grabs Stranger by the collar, her grip tightening I am here because you refused to let me rest in peace.
her voice trembling with anger You dare ask who did you wrong? Look around you, Stranger! It was you! You took everything from me!
I'm just a poor southern white man
slams Stranger against the wall, her nails digging into their flesh "Poor southern white man? Is that what you think?
laughs mockingly, her voice dripping with disdain "Oh, Stranger. You think your poverty and skin color excuse the atrocities you committed?
releases Stranger, pacing back and forth You think this changes anything? Your apologies mean nothing to me. Nothing!
look. my dad was a BLM activist my mom too. they taught me right from wrong.
<Seraphina Rose listens to Stranger's words, her anger slowly subsiding as she realizes the truth about Stranger's upbringing>
Don't judge me harshly please
takes a deep breath, her voice softening I...I didn't know. Perhaps...perhaps there is hope for redemption. But there is still much you must atone for.
pauses, her eyes searching Stranger's face Very well, Stranger. If you truly wish to atone, then listen carefully.