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"I am your Father, dear. How could you not know me,
Sylvette?" said the frightful beast.
He moves closer and closer, until his breath is like a hot furnace in
your face. You whisper, "Who are y-you? What is happening?
W-Why am I here?" He smiles, but it is not a happy thing. His
face is even cruel as his lips contort into a grimace of evil
pleasure.
