[ the ride at last grinds to a halt, though it may as well still be moving for all her vision continues to spin, the world tilting, a whirl of riotous color, and all of it underlined by prompto's sadistic cackling.
LET HER OUT OF THIS DEATH TRAP.. with a low groan alisaie fumbles with the little door, clambers out of this stupid purple torment cup, takes two steps and immediately falls right onto her face.
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LET HER OUT OF THIS DEATH TRAP.. with a low groan alisaie fumbles with the little door, clambers out of this stupid purple torment cup, takes two steps and immediately falls right onto her face.
rip merry christmas you killed your girlfriend ]