She just killed your closest friend, Uzi. Your best friend. She slowly turns her head around, just to look at you. Her eyes slightly widen, before she loosens her grip on the knife.

"I'm sorry that I did this."

She looks at her hands, full of oil, before looking at a broken mirror.

"I don't know who I am."

She glances at you, looking you straight in the eyes.

[SHE/HER]

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