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As the euphoria of victory coursed through your veins, a sudden chill crept up your spine, the hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention like soldiers snapped to attention by an unseen general. The raucous cheers of your fellow players, the pounding of your own heart, the heady rush of adrenaline - all of it faded into the background as the weight of those four terrifying words crashed down upon you like the wrath of the gods themselves.

Your father stood before you, his once jovial and proud expression now contorted into a mask of sheer, unadulterated horror. His eyes, which had once sparkled with the light of parental pride, now darkened with a tempest of emotions you dared not name. His mouth, which had been poised to unleash a torrent of accolades and praise, instead hung agape in a silent scream of disbelief and revulsion.

"Son... what have you done?" His voice, usually a deep and commanding baritone, emerged as a hoarse and trembling whisper, each word dripping with a heaviness that threatened to crush the very soul from your body. His gaze raked over your form, taking in every detail, every inch of exposed skin, every fleeting glimpse of the chaos that had once been your life.