"𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂ℯ 𝓈𝒽ℯ'𝓈 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝒹"

Grumbling multiple insults directed to Adrian Harris, her loathsome chemistry teacher, Ophelia pulls out the books for her next class. Once she picks up on another heartbeat that seems to be lingering dangerously close to her locker, she sighs through her nose. "Fuck off, I'm not in the mood."

"Seems like you're never in the mood," the male voice replies in amusement.

Slamming the door close a little too harshly, Ophelia glares at Isaac leaning on the locker next to her with a smirk toying on his lips. "What the fuck do you want?"

The werewolf holds his hands up innocently and falls into step beside her as she makes her way down the crowded hallway. "Did you get tickets to the rave tonight?"

Ophelia's eyes narrow as she spares him a glance. "I'm not interested, dog-boy."

"So, you did?"

The hybrid stops walking, her arms folded across her leather jacket. "Maybe. If you're after a date, it's not happening," she bluntly tells him.

That same irritating smirk returns, and he slowly nods at her, keeping eye contact the entire time. "Is that because you aren't interested, or because I'm in Derek's pack?"

She sighs in mock sympathy and takes a step closer to him, biting her lip when she hears his heart skip a beat. "I couldn't give a shit that you're in Derek's pack. I'm like Switzerland. I don't care." She leans over so her lips graze his ear as she whispers, "As for the first part, you're not so bad on the eyes. See you at the party, Isaac."

Turning her back on the werewolf, Ophelia chuckles to herself as she listens to him mumble various things to himself as she walks away; something about how she might be the most frustrating person he's had to deal with in his life.

Right before she reaches the history classroom, two figures stop before the door, preventing her from entering. The girl loudly sighs in irritation and closes her eyes so she can't look at their faces. "No," she states simply.

Stiles' eyes widen, desperation lacing his voice as he quickly adds, "Just wait-"

"No."

"We're going to Deaton to find a way to-"

"I don't care."

Scott groans in frustration, his voice raising as he presses her to listen. "Ophelia, can you please just hear us out?"

"No!"

Stiles blinks rapidly as he stares at the girl in disbelief. "Why?"

"Because I have history. You're making me late."

"When did you care about school?"

Ophelia flashes the pair a grin before pushing them aside and walking into the classroom. "Since I don't want to go with you. Have fun, boys."

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Due to how the Stone had passed down the opportunity to gossip about something to do with the supernatural, it meant the girl had no clue what was going to occur at the rave later that night. It meant she had nothing on her mind, except the yearning for alcohol and blood in the midst of loud music and blinding lights.

The hybrid had been craving a proper feed for a while. Throughout the week since she had murdered the hunter, Ophelia had finished her final blood bag at home, left a few bodies scattered in the city, and dragged some students into empty classrooms during school hours. She had thoroughly enjoyed her time at the 'Jungle' club, until it was interrupted by Stiles, Scott, and an unconscious Jackson. Her love for nightclubs meant that when hearing that a rave was being held in a warehouse downtown on late Friday night, Ophelia didn't hesitate to compel someone for tickets.

Unfortunately for the teenage girl, she remains unaware of Scott and Stiles' plan to surround the warehouse with the mountain ash, trapping all supernatural creatures inside. That included Ophelia as collateral damage, and if the two teenage boys were right, hopefully also Jackson.

Brushing her straightened hair over her shoulder, Ophelia shuffles her tank top down and hums in approval when enough cleavage is on display. She wouldn't mind hooking up with someone tonight either. Have sex, drink their blood, then snap their neck. The usual.

As she walks down the road, she can already hear the pulsating music from the rather large building at the end, groups of people dressed in bright colours entering the steel door. Ophelia takes notice of the bright blue Jeep parked to the side, and her eyes squint slightly as she can't spot the vehicle's owner anywhere nearby, nor his partner in crime.

The second she enters the warehouse, she's immediately greeted with a combination of scents that range from sweat, tequila, a concoction of emotions, and blood.  Her smirk quickly falls from her lips as she is stopped by the bouncer blocking her entry, and a short sigh of exasperation leaves her mouth. "Ticket."

Ophelia raises her eyebrows and shrugs as she calmly answers, "Sorry, mate. Don't have one."

"Well, I can't let you enter without one, so-"

"You're going to let me into party without any hesitation," she speaks firmly, her green eyes locked onto his face. As the bouncer frantically nods, snapping out of his daze, he stares at the charming blonde as she saunters past him and blends into the large crowd of dancing teenagers.

Grimacing as glow sticks are shoved into her, Ophelia scrunches her nose up and drops the accessories onto the floor with zero interest on wearing one. Her eyes dart around the room, and eventually lock onto a couple making out a few metres away from her. "Threesome, here we go," she murmurs.

Ophelia approaches the two oblivious to her presence until she curls her fingers around the female's bicep. To her content, neither of the couple seem bothered by the extra body and the dark-haired female sighs as Ophelia presses kisses against her neck. The hybrid shuts her own eyes as the male wraps his arms around her waist, pressing their bodies together. Despite the loud music filling her ears, it doesn't drown out the thumping heart beats caving in around her, reminding her of her real desires.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

Ophelia opens her eyes to the brunette's nose close to brushing against her own, and her answer is pressing their lips together, then abruptly pulling away before it can get any more passionate. She follows the couple along the edges of the dance floor and allows herself to be pulled into a nearby unlocked room, presumably a storage room of some sorts.

She smiles at the thought of how different their ideas of how the next few minutes would play out must be. Of course, receiving some sort of pleasure would be a bonus, yet Ophelia's goal is to satisfy her overwhelming lust for blood.

When the door closes behind her, the blonde looks between the couple and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth seductively. "Well then, who wants to go first?"

The next few minutes are a mixture of heavy breathing, lips moulding together and moans. In a similar position to how they were on in the middle of the rave, Ophelia trails sloppy kisses down the woman's collarbone, the passion that was once there, now long gone. The desire that was once in her eyes is now replaced by a hunger; ravenous for the metallic scent that overpowers her senses.

She lets her fangs elongate and grazes the teeth against the unnamed female's jugular vein, a whimper leaving her victim's lips at the sensation. Ignoring how the male discards his shirt to the side, completely unaware of the violent delights that are slowly enfolding before him, Ophelia's teeth pierce through the skin, and she quickly begins to gulp down mouthfuls of the hot blood. Just as a scream is building up in the girl's throat, her neck is snapped, and the sickening sound of bone crunching fills the small room.

"Oh, my God, Hailey!"

Ophelia huffs a sigh and drops the woman's body to the floor, turning around to meet the now terrified man staring at his girlfriend's body in horror. "Yes, such a shame," she voices playfully, licking the red off her lips. When his eyes snap up to hers, she giggles and takes large steps toward him until his naked back is pressed up against the tin wall. Another sigh leaves her parted lips, and the hybrid raises a manicured nail to tilt his chin up, locking their eyes together. "Now, I'm going to have a bit of fun with you. You're going to stay quiet for me, hm?"

He nods and his intense fear fades away when the girl's pupils return to normal. That is until her facial features morph into something that could be classified as monstrous. To Ophelia though, she calls her supernatural qualities beautiful.

He watches how her cheeks are suddenly adorned with the dark veins that could resemble a flower or plant, and how her eyes go from bloodshot to glowing a bright red, specks of yellow spotted throughout like fireflies dancing in a night sky. Despite his mind screaming at him to run, he can't. He's frozen still, as if his body has stopped working, as if he's been paralysed. He's completely and utterly helpless.

Ophelia's thoughts cloud over, all her senses focused on getting every single drop of blood out of his body. The hybrid speeds forward and digs her sharp teeth into his neck, wrapping a hand tightly around the back of his head to balance herself. As the warm liquid runs down her throat, she barely notices how the male's head falls onto her shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed as his heart takes its final beat. A few seconds later, she pulls away and steps back to let the body thump before her feet.

Observing the crime scene, Ophelia tilts her head to the side as she thinks about what else she could do. Despite the previous moments, she still isn't fully satisfied.

With a mischievous grin, she picks up his body and digs her hand into his chest, before ripping his heart out and carelessly throwing it over to the other side of the room, landing next to the deceased woman.

With a final nod of approval for herself, the girl leaves the storage room and re-joins the raging party just outside. By the looks of it, no one is even remotely aware of the brutal murders that have just occurred metres away. However, as she walks down the stairs to the main room, she growls lowly at the sight of Scott arguing with a dark brunette. Only seeing the unknown girl's head, Ophelia decides to listen in on the conversation before approaching the werewolf.

"My father and Gerard, they're coming here-"

Ophelia freezes at the girl's sentence. Partly because of the fact that had just been revealed, and also because she realises the girl is Allison Argent.

"What did you tell them?"

"I-I told them-"

"Allison!"

"I-I had to tell them-"

"Oh, my God," Scott mutters. "They know it's Jackson."

"People are dying, Scott," Allison raises her voice, running a hand through her hair, visibly distressed from the conversation. "What am I supposed to do?"

"You're supposed to trust me!" Scott snaps.

Ophelia snarls at the conversation and turns around, not wanting to hear any further about the pair's doomed, Romeo and Juliet like relationship. She suspects that Scott and Stiles' request for her to join them this afternoon had something to do with this 'plan.' The second a hand grabs onto her shoulder, the blonde spins around with her canines on full display. Scott nervously swallows and quickly wrenches his arm away, his eyes anywhere but her narrowed ones. "Uh, hey, I didn't realise you were gonna be here."

"What's the plan, wolfie?" Ophelia asks impatiently, flicking her claws out in the process and holding her hand up to show the boy. "I'd like to know how many more people I need to kill tonight."

His eyes widen in alarm.  "Wait, what do you mean 'more'?  Never mind. Um, Jackson's coming here. We have a plan- have you heard of mountain ash?"

"Supernatural barrier."

"Yeah, Stiles is putting it around the building now. We're hoping to catch Jackson and whoever is controlling him here. It'll trap them inside," Scott explains urgently, occasionally glancing around him as if looking for someone.

Ophelia's eyes narrow at the word 'catch.' So far, she definitely isn't enjoying the plan on how they would handle Jackson. Of course, she regretted letting the boy go. Her urge to create some chaos and some drama was severely regretted. The hybrid had internally berated herself for not snapping his neck right then and there in the stolen prison transport van.

"And what the fuck do you think your girlfriend's psychotic family is going to do when they get here?" Ophelia questions, her eyebrow raising at his naivety.

"She said they're just gonna trap him," he says slowly.

She barks a loud laugh and pats his shoulder roughly. "Oh, you're such a puppy! You really think they're going to trap him? They're going to kill him."

Scott's lips close and his heart rate picks up at the thought of Jackson dying. "Look, we have ketamine, hopefully it'll sedate him."

"You see, what I'm getting out of that is the 'hopefully'," she points out, pouting her lips. "Good luck, Scott."

His eyes widen as she goes to leave, presumedly to escape the building before Stiles finishes up with his current task. "Wait, you aren't going to help?"

Ophelia glances over her shoulder and chuckles in amusement at his expression. "I've been here for an hour and gotten exactly what I came for. Night." She heads straight for the exit of the warehouse, wanting to get fresh air and away from the drama that has now taken over her Friday night.

So much for a good time.

Ducking under the roller door, Ophelia groans as her gaze catches a thick band of dark powder lining the edge of the tarmac. "Great," she hisses in annoyance. Hoping that Stiles still hasn't completed his task, she stretches her foot out, praying that she'll be able to pass through. The last thing she would want is to actually be stuck inside with people talking her ear off.  When her boot crosses the line, she sighs in relief. "Finally," she mumbles.

As she turns around at the sound of an engine nearing, her eyes squint at the bright headlights that hit her face. Her eyebrows raise when the vehicle shows no signs of stopping, edging closer and closer to her. Ophelia shakes her head in disbelief as she swiftly moves out of the firing line, the car screeching to a stop right where she was standing seconds ago.

The minute the driver gets out the car, she speeds over and pins the woman against the door, her hybrid features showcased out in a threatening manner. "Do you normally go running kids over with your car?"

The woman with the copper pixie cut frowns sympathetically and shakes her head, completely unfazed by the hand wrapped around her throat, or how the girl had moved in an inhumanely speed. "O-only y-your kind," she gets out whilst gasping for air.

Ophelia's eyes narrow further, then she briefly glances inside the car to notice an incredibly familiar looking plant sat on the passenger seat. "Vervain," she seethes. "Who the fuck are you?"

The woman's frown turns into a sinister smile, and she winces as Ophelia's claws dig into her skin. "Som-Someone who wants you and S-Scott McCall dead."

"You're an Argent," Ophelia concludes in realisation. She laughs at the irony of the situation. "Oh, this is great. So, your daughter's secret boyfriend told your daughter about me, then your daughter told you about me, and then you presumedly told your husband and the creepy old guy?"

The woman reaches into her pocket and tightly grabs onto a syringe filled with a combination of harmful herbs.

Ophelia clocks the small, subtle movements and tilts her head to the side, clicking her tongue in disapproval. "Wrong move, lady."

She grips onto the Argent's wrist yet freezes in surprise when the woman's other hand stabs another needle into her neck. The hybrid's lips part in pain as exhaustion quickly takes over her body, the effects of the wolfsbane and vervain doing their part. "You fucking bitch," Ophelia gets out with a grunt. As the girl crumbles to the floor, the last thing she sees is Allison's mother bending down beside her and smiling. It feels like a scene straight out of a horror movie, and she's just become the main character.

"Goodnight, Ophelia."

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When Ophelia Stone awakens, she awakens with pure rage. That rage is enough to graze the switch of her humanity, the light flickering in and out, hidden within the darkest depths of her mind. She knows one thing for certain, this new Argent woman is now higher up on her kill list than Jackson Whittemore.

As she lies on the metal table, she isn't fully conscious. She slips in and out of the drug induced sleep, her thoughts cloudy and not able to focus on one particular thing. Her eyelids groggily open and Ophelia moans in agony at the burning sensation that starts in her eyes, then she violently coughs as she inhales the air.

"Ah, you're awake," someone announces, her voice almost hiding a sense of pride upon seeing the teenager's physical state. "You know, Ophelia, I've never seen a vampire in person before. Let alone a hybrid." Said girl gives something that resembles a growl as she watches the woman approach her, the movements blurry. "Which means I want to see what is so special about you. You have the typical werewolf abilities, but everything is enhanced," she whispers. "You're not supposed to be real," she continues, her voice hardening in anger. "You're not supposed to exist."

Ophelia shuts her eyes in pain when she feels a sharp blade swipe along her throat, only for her skin to quickly knit back together within milliseconds, nothing remaining aside from a few stains of fresh blood.

"Incredible," the red-haired woman murmurs in awe.

Ophelia's fury only continues to build when she feels her calf erupt in an excruciating pain. The woman digs the wolfsbane coated scalpel further into the girl's leg to the point where the milky colour of bone is revealed. Yet she has to quickly wrench the weapon out of the hybrid's body as the skin begins to mend around the metal, enclosing the blade inside. Victoria Argent stares in bewilderment at just how fast the hybrid's healing works, even with the toxins polluting the air and poisoning her.

Ophelia moves her leg away from the woman and tries to take in another breath, only ending up coughing once again as her lungs feel as if someone has struck a match to them. The sudden movement causes her to fall off the metal table and hit the floor with a grunt. "I'm goin... going to kill you," she slowly drawls to the woman, her eyes closing once more as tears burn her vision. She immediately regrets speaking as it feels like sandpaper had been rubbed repeatedly up and down her throat.

The Argent breaks into amused laughter, and a wide smirk appears on her face as she catches the girl staring at the vaporiser on the other side of the room. "Ah, yes. You probably recognise that. Pot used to be smoked in a rolled-up piece of paper. These days, it seems like all you kids are given a free vaporiser with your medicinal marijuana card."

Ophelia weakly moves her head to the side, wincing as she touches a burn on her cheek, and her eyes narrow at the sight of Scott's unconscious body right next to her, his lead lulled to the side until he slowly begins to wake up.

The woman inhales the vapour and smiles as Scott quietly groans. "Mmm. This type of wolfsbane is one of my favourites. Lovely smell. Although you two probably won't think so. Then of course, just especially for you, Ophelia. Vervain."

"Ophelia?" Scott murmurs in surprise at the girl who appears to look like she's going to pass out at any given moment.

Ophelia's nostrils flare as she stares at the boy, her anger resurfacing as she remembers he is the reason she's in this situation. "I-I'm going to k-kill you, too."

"What... What are you doing...?" Scott asks weakly, lifting his head to look at the woman.

Victoria Argent smiles at the pair of supernatural teenagers, each of them fighting to stay awake; more like, alive. "Isn't it obvious? I'm killing you."

Due to the fact Ophelia is still part werewolf, the wolfsbane still affects her. And due to her other half being a vampire, it means she now experiences the rather annoying effects of vervain. The only benefit is that being a hybrid means her healing is so much more advanced than the single vampire or werewolf. By the time the toxic herbs begin to work on her body, her healing has already cancelled out of the effects. However, because of the dreadful vaporiser in the corner of the room, Ophelia had been ingesting the liquidised substances for the last fifteen to twenty minutes, slowly being incapacitated and immobilised.

Although, she hopes that this woman isn't aware that no amount of vervain or wolfsbane could kill her.

"It's going to look like an accident," Victoria begins, looking toward Scott. "Like you had an asthma attack and couldn't get to your inhaler in time. Your school records show you have a pretty severe case of asthma." Then when she turns to Ophelia, she almost nervously swallows as the girl's eyes faintly glow red. She clears her throat and regains her confident composure, reassuring herself that the combined strength of the herbs would be enough to keep the girl safely sedated. "And you, well, Ophelia, I'm going to do some more tests on you. Then once I figure out a way it will work, you're going to die as well."

"Stop," Scott weakly protests, desperation coating his words as he pleads for his girlfriend's mother to let them go.

"Too late," Victoria counters with a smile as she turns the dial to the vaporiser up. While Scott begins to transform into his full werewolf form from the effects of the wolfsbane, she tuts. "Looks like it's already working."

As Ophelia's eyes continue to shine red, the difference between herself and Scott is that the girl has gained somewhat control over her body. Her eyes glow on her own accord, as a threat to the huntress who had the nerve to attempt and kill her. She sharply inhales and curses at herself as she remembers she has to try and hold her breath.

As Scott listens to the teenage girl wheeze, motivation fills him to get them out of here. No matter how much of a bitch she had been to him, he wouldn't let Ophelia Stone die.

"Alpha... Beta... But what are you, Scott? Omega," the Argent harshly states. "Don't you know the lone wolf never survives without a pack? I've heard the cry of an Omega. It's a miserable sound, the howl of a lone wolf... And Ophelia, you might be powerful, you might be an Alpha, but you're alone." The girl's heart drops into her stomach, the words taking a bigger hit than she wanted. "You've got no one," Victoria hisses.

That's enough for Ophelia to finally snap. She ignores Scott's attempt to howl for help, and she pushes herself to stand up, groaning as every bone in her body feels like it's on scorching. She laughs, but once again ends up breaking into coughs as the copper-haired woman takes a step back at her movements. "I might have no one here," she rasps. "My family might not be my actual family, but they're more real than yours will ever be."

Victoria Argent visibly blanches at what is now shown on the teenager's face. Her eyes not only shine with rage, but with a lust for blood. For death. For revenge.

Within a millisecond, Ophelia reaches in the woman's chest cavity and pulls out the woman's beating heart, dark blood dripping down onto the floor below. Victoria gasps for air, ultimately failing as her eyes glaze over and she collapses onto the floor.

Just as the organ slides off Ophelia's palm, the locked door bursts open and Derek runs in, his eyes wide in alarm until he freezes at the sight of the dead body, an almost unconscious Scott, and the girl standing in the centre of the room. She brushes a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes, the blood from her hand transferring onto her forehead. "What a fucking bitch."

The Alpha werewolf rushes forward as she stumbles to the side, her eyes struggling to stay open as her body aches from exhaustion of those normally effortless actions. Derek tears his gaze off the soulless corpse on the floor and wraps an arm around Ophelia's waist as he moves over to grab onto Scott's unconscious form, then dragging the pair out of the warehouse and to go to the one place he knows that could possibly help the two teenagers.

𝘏𝘪 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴!

𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.. 𝘚𝘰, 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘴𝘧𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦/𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘖𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴 😭

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘖𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘝𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵s 𝘰𝘧 𝘚2 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵... 𝘚𝘰, 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘖𝘧𝘪.

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳,
𝘓𝘪𝘷 𝘹𝘹