Anger

"Then Judas has to learn," Tyler said, his voice laced with a hint of warning.

At the other end, Sanya stood shrouded in shadows, consumed by the void of vengeance. Her once vibrant spirit was now a mere specter, eclipsed by the all-encompassing darkness. Matthew, the architect of her pain, was the sole focus of her existence. The memory of his cruelty had etched a permanent scar on her soul.

Sanya's eyes, once bright and full of life, now gleamed with a cold, calculated glint. Her laughter, once music to those around her, had been replaced by an unsettling silence. Her quest, initially fueled by a righteous anger, had slowly given way to a creeping darkness, threatening to consume her very essence.

"I must avenge my parents' death on Matthew's family," Sanya whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and determination. The words hung in the air like a solemn vow, a testament to the depth of her sorrow and the unyielding resolve that had taken hold of her heart.

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