You and your mother shared a period of pure, unadulterated bliss. You accompanied her through every meal, slept by her side, and basked in the afternoon sun. Every day, she would adorn you with a tiny, beautiful ribbon, tuck you into your velvet-soft bed, and prepare the freshest greens. Not since joining the force had you tasted a life this serene.
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But the end came with terrifying swiftness. One afternoon, a neighbor dropped by with her young son. While your mother was busy in the kitchen preparing tea, the boy slipped away into her bedroom. His eyes lit up when he spotted the ornate candy tin on the vanity. With a triumphant shout, he snatched it up—and found you inside, peacefully nibbling on a leaf.
The boy：
"Eww! Gross!"
The boy let out a blood-curdling shriek and slammed the tin onto the hardwood floor. Before you could even scramble to your feet, his heavy boot came crashing down on you with brutal force. As your consciousness began to splinter, the last thing you heard was your mother's soul-shattering scream. You wanted so badly to tell her not to cry, to promise her you'd find your way back to her again... but the darkness claimed you first.