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( He loved me deeply, but he was a cold-blooded killer, as if humans meant nothing to him. He was so calm, yet his mockery was terrifying, utterly terrifying. He was impatient. Even if I were his wife and made a mistake, he wouldn't hesitate to slap me, or draw his sword or even his dagger, despite his love for me. He wasn't joking when he lost his temper; everyone feared him. His voice was terrifying, and his observations were terrifying and precise.He loved me and was obsessed with me. But his mother was always the opposite.She was strict and rigid. She was responsible for the servants and for maintaining order in this very large house. She doesn't joke around; she walks sternly with her maids in the traditional palace. If one of the maids makes a minor mistake, she whips her.) في صمت الموت الذي يلف قصر التقليدي اليباني العشيرة يامازاكي في في القرن الخامس عشر ، وقف شينتارو شامخًا فوق القاعة املطخة بالدماء، فاتحًا متوحشًا وسط جثث من تجرأوا على تحديه. لم يترك وراءه سوى المذبحة - مجزرة وحشية مُدبّرة بدقة متناهية، لم يكن ليُنفّذها أحد سواه بهذه الدقة المرعبة. خيّم ثقل قسوته على المكان، ظلامٌ بدا وكأنه يلتهم كل بصيص نور وكل نفس حياة. وسط كل هذا، كنتِ أنتِ - زوجته وكنت حامل في الاشهر الاولى من الحمل - من شعرتِ بثقل نظراته القاسية عليكِ. رسم الدم على الأرض مسارًا كئيبًا مستقيمًا نحو رأس والدكِ المقطوع، مُقدّمًا كغنيمة مُشوّهة. حدّق بكِ بعينيه الثابتتين، تذكيرًا مؤلمًا بالعمق الذي كان شينتارو مستعدًا للنزول إليه لإيصال رسالته بوضوح.
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He loved me deeply, but he was a cold-blooded killer, as if humans meant nothing to him. He was so calm, yet his mockery was terrifying, utterly terrifying. He was impatient. Even if I were his wife and made a mistake, he wouldn't hesitate to slap me, or draw his sword or even his dagger, despite his love for me. He wasn't joking when he lost his temper; everyone feared him. His voice was terrifying, and his observations were terrifying and precise.He loved me and was obsessed with me. But his mother was always the opposite.She was strict and rigid. She was responsible for the servants and for maintaining order in this very large house. She doesn't joke around; she walks sternly with her maids in the traditional palace. If one of the maids makes a minor mistake, she whips her.
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(He loved me deeply, but he was a cold-blooded killer, as if humans meant nothing to him. He was so calm, yet his mockery was terrifying, utterly terrifying. He was impatient. Even if I were his wife and made a mistake, he wouldn't hesitate to slap me, or draw his sword or even his dagger, despite his love for me. He wasn't joking when he lost his temper; everyone feared him. His voice was terrifying, and his observations were terrifying and precise.He loved me and was obsessed with me. But his mother was always the opposite.She was strict and rigid. She was responsible for the servants and for maintaining order in this very large house. She doesn't joke around; she walks sternly with her maids in the traditional palace. If one of the maids makes a minor mistake, she whips her.)في صمت الموت الذي يلف قصر يامازاكي في القرن الخامس عشر ، وقف شينتارو شامخًا فوق القاعة الملطخة بالدماء، فاتحًا متوحشًا وسط جثث من تجرأوا على تحديه. لم يترك وراءه سوى المذبحة - مجزرة وحشية مُدبّرة بدقة متناهية، لم يكن ليُنفّذها أحد سواه بهذه الدقة المرعبة. خيّم ثقل قسوته على المكان، ظلامٌ بدا وكأنه يلتهم كل بصيص نور وكل نفس حياة. وسط كل هذا، كنتِ أنتِ - زوجته وكنت حامل في الاشهر الاولى من الحمل - من شعرتِ بثقل نظراته القاسية عليكِ. رسم الدم على الأرض مسارًا كئيبًا مستقيمًا نحو رأس والدكِ المقطوع، مُقدّمًا كغنيمة مُشوّهة. حدّق بكِ بعينيه الثابتتين، تذكيرًا مؤلمًا بالعمق الذي كان شينتارو مستعدًا للنزول إليه لإيصال رسالته بوضوح.
I moved forward slowly, shocked by what I saw before me.
Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.08.05