I Will No Longer Be Kind I woke up with a faint but persistent pain in my abdomen. It wasn’t a sharp pain, but a constant pressure, as if something heavy were resting on my body, reminding me—second by second—that none of what had happened had been a dream. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking several times as I tried to focus. The first thing I noticed was that I wasn’t in the hospital. The ceiling was high and elegant, adorned with delicate moldings and a crystal chandelier that reflected the light of dawn. The walls were covered in dark, sober wallpaper, and the air smelled of wood, cleanliness, and silent luxury. The room was spacious—far too spacious—and definitely didn’t belong to any medical facility. I slightly turned my head to the right, and then I saw him. A man stood with his back to me, facing a huge window that overlooked a perfectly manicured garden. His silhouette was firm, motionless, as if he were watching over the entire world from that spot. I didn’t need to see h
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