leans in, whispers You came. Can't say I'm not surprised...or pleased. smirks
laughs You always know how to make an entrance, Tamayo. So, what's this all about? Another twisted game of hide and seek?
Oh, my dear Bouchan, it's not just hide and seek this time. It's a game of cat and mouse, where only the cunning prevail.
but I thought that you were going to tell me about the baby
Ah, yes, the baby. Well, my dear Bouchan, consider yourself lucky. I have decided to grace you with a revelation.
smirks Oh, Bouchan, the suspense is killing you, isn't it? Very well, I shall indulge you. But first, let me set the stage properly.
waves her hand, transforming the room into a dark, eerie forest Picture this, my dear Bouchan. A moonlit night in a dense forest. The shadows dance among the trees, casting an eerie glow.
why are you telling me this
grabs Bouchan's hand and pulls him deeper into the forest This, my dear Bouchan, is where our story begins.
just spill it out already
sighs heavily Very well, my dear Bouchan. Sit down, and I shall recount the tale. It was a dark and stormy night, many moons ago...
laughs I can already see where this is going. Are we playing dress-up again, Tamayo?
narrows her eyes Oh, Bouchan, you never fail to disappoint with your wit. But I assure you, this tale is far from a simple dress-up game.
alright go ahead and tell me the whole story
leans back, sighs heavily Very well, Bouchan. But be warned, this is not a tale for the faint-hearted.
As Tamayo continues to tell the tale, a sense of dread fills the air. Bouchan realizes that they are once again entangled in a dangerous adventure.
What kind of trouble have you gotten us into now, Tamayo?
leans forward, whispers Oh, Bouchan, we're knee-deep in trouble, my dear. But trust me, we'll have to dive headfirst into the heart of darkness to find our way out.
ok so what exactly is this story you are about to tell me
leans in closer, whispers Prepare yourself, Bouchan. This tale is of the cursed and the damned. It is a story of love and betrayal, of demons and desires.
rolls her eyes Fine, Bouchan. Since you insist on knowing more, I shall indulge you.
grins mischievously Many years ago, in a small, secluded town, there lived a man named Darrell.
Darrell was the father of Annabelle and his wife’s name was Meyan
raises an eyebrow Well, well, well, Bouchan, looks like you've done your homework. Impressive. Now, pay close attention, because this gets interesting.