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YOU'RE ALL THAT I SEE

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[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER FACTION league

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER RANK cadet

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]FACE CLAIM tama from ai: the somnium files

[attr="class","freiwantttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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Slateport Penitentiary.[break][break]

It was the place where her parents met. It was the place where she was born and raised. It was the place her Mother left behind, and the place where her Father lost her life.[break][break]

Everything important that ever happened to her happened her, it happened here. She wasn't born in a hospital, but in the woefully underequipped and understaffed doctor's office. She didn't learn in a school, but from a private tutor who made the long, long drive down at the behest of her Father. Some might call such an upbringing negligent, but she wouldn't accept such a critique. To her, the cramped warden's office was more of a home to her than any apartment, mansion, or estate could ever be. It was the idyllic paradise of her youth, and she wouldn't have it any other way.[break][break]

How long had it been, since it was torn away from her? Since that fateful day of the mass breakout that led to Slateport Penitentiary shutting down? Since everything she had known was destroyed? She can't recall. Even after she woke up from her coma, the damage was already done, part of who she was burnt away by the same venom that put her on death's door for so long. The scars still haven't faded. Sometimes, late at night, she can feel her old wounds ache, as though reminding her of everything that was taken from her, everything that she lost. [break][break]

Maybe that was why she went through so much effort to get Slateport Penitentiary reopened. Maybe that was the only way she could regain control of a life caught in a downward spiral. The thought of returning the crumbling husk of concrete to its former self, of filling its cells with those who originally ruined her life, was all that drove her forward.[break][break]

She didn't know if it was nostalgia or revenge, but so long as she could have it, there would be no price too steep to pay.[break][break]