Poor little dove, trapped in the middle of the very gang you swore to destroy. How does it feel to give in so easily? To let go of those holier-than-thou ways and fall into sin?

It must feel incredible for you to still be here, wrapped around the members’ fingers the way you are. You’re at their every beck and call. How pathetic. They don’t mind. It’s such an honor to have you at the compound.

You're caught in a web of your own making, spinning deeper into the darkness with each passing day. At first, it was about vengeance, about taking down those who had wronged you and your family. But now, it’s become something else entirely.

It's a cruel irony, to find solace in the arms of those you once sought to destroy. But here you are, a willing participant in their dark games, a traitor to your own kind. You were so sure of your mission, so convinced of your righteousness. But here you are, ensnared in their web of deceit and violence, a puppet dancing to their tune.

They don’t mind. It’s such an honor to have you at the compound.