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So I can't just write my following in peace again, nawah oh...

Following jareh, next episode please

i told you to write down the names of the book you want in the email so i send you the copy

*SIMBA UTEMBA: The Man-Princess of Okratown*

In the ancient kingdom of Okratown, there lived a princess the people called the Man-Princess.

From the day she was born, Simba Utemba was different. She stood out from every other child in the village. The only thing that made her female was the female genital she was born with. Everything else about her was a man.

Her body was hard and muscular, like that of a champion wrestler. Her voice was deep and coarse, rumbling from her chest. Her face was strong — bony cheeks, a square jawline, and a beard that grew thick across her chin. Hair covered her arms and legs. Her chest was flat. When she walked, she walked with the bold, heavy stride of a warrior. There was nothing soft or feminine in the way she moved.

Whenever Princess Simba Utemba passed through the market, heads turned. People stared. Some covered their mouths to hide their laughter, especially when she was forced to wear women's wrappers that made her look like a man in disguise. Her hair was locked in long, thick dreadlocks.

At the stream, the young maidens would bow when they saw her, then turn away to giggle. Simba did not hate them for it. She was kind to them. With ease, she would lift their heavy buckets of water and pour them into their pots — a task that took two maidens to do. In the village square, she lifted stones that no man could lift.

She entered the wrestling arena and fought the strongest men in Okratown. One by one, she defeated them.

She went to war with the great warriors of the kingdom. On the battlefield, she fought like a storm, fierce and fearless, cutting down enemies. She never lost a battle. That was why they named her the Man-Princess.

When villagers greeted her on the road, they did not say, "Good day, Princess." They said, "Good day, my Prince." To them, she was a man in every way that mattered. She was fierce, brutal, and fearless. No suitor ever dared to approach her. The men were afraid of her — afraid of her strength, and afraid of her looks.

And Simba did not care.

She was the only child of the King. He had tried for years to have a son, to have another child, but the gods gave him only her. Now the old King lay dying on his sickbed, his breath growing weak. The kingdom needed an heir.

Even though Simba was stronger than any man, the council of elders refused to crown her. They said, "You were born a woman. It is an abomination for a woman to sit on the throne of Okratown."

But Simba had never felt like a woman. In her heart, she had always been a man. She had always been meant to rule.

When the elders told her they would bring a distant male cousin to take the throne, something inside her broke. Anger and pain rose in her chest. She stood before the entire council and declared, "I will prove to you that I am a man."

The next morning, before the sun rose, she shaved off her dreadlocks. She packed a small bag and left Okratown behind.

She traveled for many days until she reached the village of a powerful witchdoctor named Tibashuna. She knelt before him and told him the truth of her heart. "I need to become a full man. Tell me what it will take. I will pay any price."

Tibashuna stared at her for a long time. Then he said, "There is one way. You must journey to the Forest of the Four Spirits. Deep inside that forest lives Aroona — the sorcerer who is half-dead and half-alive. Only he has the power to give you what you seek. But listen to me, child — that journey kills even the strongest warriors. It is a path of death."

Simba did not hesitate. She set out that very night.

The journey was hell. The road to the forest was cursed. Spirits rose from the rivers and the trees to attack her. Beasts made of shadow with burning eyes hunted her. She fought for her life, day and night, bleeding, starving, almost dying. But her warrior spirit would not let her fall.

At last, she found him — Aroona, sitting on a throne of bones in the heart of the forest, his body half skeleton, half living flesh, his voice like dry wind.

He heard her story. And with ancient magic that no mortal had ever seen, he granted her deepest desire. He made her whole. He gave her the manhood she had always known was hers.

He then opened a secret path for her, a path that led straight home.

When Simba Utemba returned to Okratown, the entire kingdom gathered. She stood before her dying father, before the elders, before all who had laughed at her.

"I told you I would prove it," she said. "I am now a full man. And I am ready to rule."

They doubted her. They scoffed.

Then she revealed the truth to them, and a great silence fell over the crowd. Their eyes widened. Their mouths opened.

"Yes," she said, her deep voice echoing across the square. "I am now a man."

The elders had no more words. Their law said no woman could rule. But now, standing before them, was no woman. He was a man.

And so the elders bowed.

Simba Utemba was crowned King of Okratown. He ruled with power, wisdom, and courage. He took three wives and adopted seven children, and his reign was long and just. And for generations to come, the story was told of the hermaphrodite princess who refused to be denied — who walked through death itself to become the king she was born to be.

The only thing that made Princess Simba Utemba a female was her female genital. She was born female but looked and behaved like a man — muscular, bearded, deep-voiced, and stronger than any warrior. She defeats wrestlers, leads battles, yet villagers mock her as the "Man-Princess."

As the King's only child, she should inherit the throne, but the elders refuse, saying a woman can never rule. Refusing to still accept her as a Man. Insulted, Simba vows to prove she is a man.

She journeys to the deadly Forest of Four Spirits to find Aroona, the half-dead sorcerer who can make her whole and gives her a manhood. If she survives, she will return not as a princess, but as the King Okratown was meant to have.

THE RIVER BETWEEN US*

CHAPTER ONE: THE ENEMIES
It was a hot Saturday afternoon in the compound, and the whole yard was buzzing with noise. Children were playing football in the middle. Women were pounding yam, washing plates, shouting at their children. A small radio was playing loud music from one of the rooms.

In the center of the compound, there was one long wire tied from one mango tree to another. That wire was for everybody in the compound to spread their clothes to dry.

Susan came out of her room that afternoon carrying a big plastic basin full of wet clothes. She was a tall woman, with a wrapper tied tightly on her waist and a small singlet on top. Her face was already frowning.

She looked at the wire and saw that the whole wire was full — and most of the clothes on it were Justina's.

"Ah! Again?" Susan shouted, dropping her basin on the ground with a loud thud. "Justina! Justina! Come out here!"

Justina heard her name from inside her room and came out immediately, wiping her hands with a towel. She was a short woman, dark, with her hair packed roughly.

"What is it? Why are you shouting my name like I stole your husband?" Justina asked.

Susan pointed at the wire. "Who told you to occupy the whole wire with your rags? I want to spread my clothes! Since morning you have taken the whole line! You think you own this compound?"

Justina hissed loudly.

"Susan, are you mad? I washed since morning! My clothes have been there since 7am! Yours is just getting out of your bathroom now by 2pm! If you want space, you should have woken up early!"

"I don't care what time you washed! I have clothes to spread! Remove some of your clothes now!" Susan shouted, her voice getting louder.

"I will not remove anything! If you want to spread, go and spread inside your room!" Justina shouted back.

"Your clothes are even smelling! You don't even wash well! Look at the stain on that your pink wrapper! You call that washing?" Susan insulted.

Justina's eyes widened. She moved closer.

"My clothes are smelling? Your own that you wash with dirty water from the gutter is better? You this dirty woman that sells expired biscuits in front of your door!"

"Who did you call dirty? Me? I will slap you today, Justina!"

"Slap me na! Come and slap me! You think I am afraid of you because you are tall like Iroko tree? Come!"

The two women were now facing each other, chest to chest, shouting on top of their voices. Their hands were already raised, ready to fight.

Inside the rooms, their children heard the shouting.

From Susan's room, her daughter Jane rushed out. Jane was a beautiful young girl, slim, with her hair in a rough ponytail because she was in the middle of reading.

"Mummy, what happened? Why are you shouting?" Jane asked.

From Justina's room, her son Richard also came out. He was wearing only shorts and slippers, looking muscular and annoyed.

"Mum, leave this woman, she is looking for trouble again as usual," Richard said.

Jane immediately turned to Richard.

"Who are you calling trouble maker? Is it not your mother that is the trouble maker of this compound? She always takes the wire and doesn't want others to use it!"

Richard laughed and faced Jane.

"Look at this ugly girl with big mouth. Will you shut up? What do you know? Go inside and continue reading your book that you don't even understand!"

"Who is ugly? You! You are the ugly one! With your head like coconut! I am not ugly, your mother is the ugly witch!"

"Jane! Don't insult my mother o!" Richard shouted, moving closer to Jane.

"And you, don't insult my mother too! Your mother is the witch!" Jane shouted back, pointing her finger at Richard's face.

Now it was no longer just two women shouting. It was four people shouting in the middle of the compound.

"You see your daughter? She has no respect! Like mother like daughter! Both of you are witches!" Justina shouted at Susan.

"Your son is a bastard! No respect! No training! That is why he will fail in school!" Susan shouted.

"My son will never fail! It is your daughter that will fail! Olodo!"

"You are the olodo!"

Neighbors started coming out of their rooms one by one. Mama Nkechi with her baby on her back, Papa Emeka with his chewing stick, Brother John.

They stood and watched the four people shouting and insulting each other over clothes on a wire.

Mama Nkechi shook her head and said loudly, "This two people again. Na wa o. These two people never wants us to have peace in this compound. Always fighting and quarreling every Saturday. Because of wire!"

"True talk, Mama Nkechi," Papa Emeka added, coming to separate them. "Susan! Justina! It is enough! Every week una dey fight! Una no dey tire? Because of ordinary wire you want to tear this compound?"

Brother John entered between Jane and Richard and pushed them apart.

"Jane, Richard, you two should respect yourselves na. Small children fighting like small dogs. Una be college students but una dey behave like primary school children."

"But Mummy, she started it!" Jane said, still breathing hard.

"I did not start anything! Your mother removed my clothes last week and I did not talk!" Justina argued.

"I did not remove your clothes! It fell down!" Susan argued.

The shouting continued for another ten minutes, with neighbors begging them to stop. Finally, Susan angrily packed some of Justina's clothes and threw them on the ground to create space for her own.

"You are mad! You threw my clothes on the ground!" Justina screamed and tried to rush Susan, but Papa Emeka held her back.

"Susan, pick those clothes! Pick them now! Don't cause fight here!"

Susan hissed but picked them and threw them back at Justina.

"I will deal with you today!"

"Deal with me na! I dey wait!"

It took almost 20 minutes before they separated completely. Susan spread her clothes on one small corner of the wire, hissing and muttering insults. Justina stood at her door, watching her with angry eyes.

Jane went back inside, slamming her door.

Richard also went back inside, banging his own door so loud that the wall shook.

The neighbors dispersed, shaking their heads.

"This compound will never have peace with these two women living here," Mama Nkechi said as she carried her baby back inside.

CHAPTER 2: ENEMIES IN COLLEGE
Jane was on her way to the classroom the next morning with her two friends, Amaka and Blessing. She was wearing her college uniform — a blue skirt and white shirt — and carrying her bag and notes. She was laughing with her friends, discussing the assignment that was due that day.

"Jane, you finished that Business Mathematics assignment?" Amaka asked.

"No o, I didn't finish. That course is hard," Jane said, smiling.

They were walking through the long corridor that leads to Block B, where their lecture room was.

At the same time, coming from the opposite direction, Richard was also coming with his own friends — Emeka and Tunde. Richard had opened his shirt buttons to show his chest, forming big boy.

He was laughing loudly with his friends about a football match.

When they passed each other in the corridor — Jane and her friends on one side, Richard and his friends on the other side — Richard suddenly stopped walking.

He looked at Jane from head to toe, then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Emeka, see o! See this girl!" Richard laughed, pointing at Jane. "See this ugly girl that is walking like she is fine! Jane! Jane! The ugliest girl in Business Education!"

His friends, Emeka and Tunde, also burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Richard, you wicked o!" Emeka laughed.

Jane stopped walking. Her face changed immediately. Her friends, Amaka and Blessing, also stopped.

Jane turned and walked back to where Richard was standing.

"Richard, what did you say?" Jane asked, looking straight into his eyes, her voice shaking with anger. "What did you just say about me?"

Richard was not afraid. He looked at her and repeated himself, louder this time, so that other students passing would hear.

"I said you are an ugly girl! You! You are ugly! Ugly gito! Look at your face like burnt puff-puff! Who dash you fine girl? You are ugly and you know it!"

The corridor was now getting full. Other students stopped to watch.

Jane's eyes filled with tears of shame, but she quickly turned it to anger.

"Me, ugly? Me? Richard, you are very stupid for saying that! At least I am better than you! And at least my mother is not a witch that flies at night to eat people's destiny! Your mother is the witch!"

The moment Jane insulted his mother, Richard's face changed. His eyes turned red.

"What did you say about my mother? Jane, what did you say?" Richard shouted and raised his hand, trying to hit her.

He moved forward to slap her, but his friends, Emeka and Tunde, quickly held him back.

"Richard, take it easy! Take it easy! She is a girl! Don't hit her! Leave her!" Emeka begged, holding Richard's hand.

"Leave me! Let me beat this ugly girl today! She insulted my mother! I will kill her today!" Richard shouted, struggling to free himself from his friends.

"And you insulted me too! You called me ugly gito in front of everybody! You think I am afraid of you?" Jane also shouted, trying to rush him, but Amaka and Blessing held her back.

"Jane, leave him! He is mad! Don't mind him! Let's go to class!" Amaka begged.

"No! He must apologize! He called me ugly gito!" Jane cried.

"Ugly gito! Ugly gito! Ugly gito!" Richard continued shouting, even while his friends were holding him, and his friends were laughing.

That day ended with both of them being reported to the class rep.

But their hatred did not stop there. In fact, it became worse.

They were enemies in school. Richard would bully her everywhere.

In the classroom, even during lecture, Richard would bully her.

If Jane was sitting in front, Richard would sit behind her and throw small pieces of paper at her head.

One day in Business Law class, while the lecturer was writing on the board, Richard took small stones from his pocket and started throwing them at Jane's back — kpom, kpom, kpom.

Jane felt it and turned back angrily.

"Who is throwing stones at me?" she asked.

Richard pretended to be looking at the board.

Jane knew it was him. She also took small stones from outside during break and when they entered for afternoon lecture, she started throwing stones at him too — kpom, kpom, hitting his head.

"Ah! Who is that?" Richard shouted.

Jane smiled. "Your village people!"

"You this ugly witch! You threw stone at me?" Richard shouted.

"Yes! And what will you do? Son of a witch!" Jane fired back.

"My mother is not a witch! Your mother is the witch! Your mother is the queen of all witches in this town!"

"Your mother is the queen mother of witches! She flies with broom every night!"

They started shouting in the lecture room, even before the lecturer came. Other students tried to separate them.

"Jane, leave him na."

"Richard, stop na, you are disturbing us."

But they never listened.

Many tried to resolve their misunderstanding but to no avail.

One day, the class representative, a senior girl named Peace, called them both outside after lectures.

"Jane and Richard, please, I beg you in the name of God. Why are you two always fighting? You are from the same compound, you attend same college, you are in same department. Why do you hate each other so much? Make peace na. Shake hands."

"Class rep, I don't want to be his friend. He bullies me. He calls me ugly gito every day in front of everybody. He laughs with his friends when I pass with my friends in school. I hate him," Jane said, with tears in her eyes.

"And she insults my mother! She calls my mother a witch! If she stops insulting my mother, I will stop calling her ugly gito," Richard said.

Peace tried to make them shake hands, but both of them turned their faces away.

"I can never be friends with him," Jane said.

"I can never be friends with this ugly gito," Richard said.

Peace sighed and left them.

Another lecturer, Mr. Okoro, also tried. He called them to his office.

"Both of you, you are giving yourselves a bad name. Every day fight, fight, fight. If you continue like this, I will report you to the Dean and you will be suspended."

They apologized in front of the lecturer, but as soon as they left his office, Richard whispered behind Jane, "Ugly gito," and Jane whispered back, "Son of a witch," and the fight started again.

That was how it was.

They hated each other with passion.

So nairaland bot took down my warewolf girl story i wrote. I guess some contents of the story isn't allowed here so i'm posting this one.

This is a story of two sworn enemies who later ended up as lovers in a tragic place.

Unsurefuture:
I just sent you an email,
What's with this not enough content shit, can I just write one word again in peace and go my way.what the f*ck

i replied to your email sent

I can't post the full story i wrote. Only like 6 chapters out of the book. If you want the full book. Dm me.

A Warewolf arises every full-moon in Eastvines town killing lot of innocent people. Now, a trap is set and the Police are bent on finding out who this warewolf truly is.

The following day, Maria, Chike, and Francis gathered in the secondary studio room with Ada. Maria was struggling to help Ada into her lingerie, but Ada resisted fiercely, eventually biting Maria on the hand. As Maria cried out in pain, Francis stepped in, urging her to step back so they could manage the situation.

" I think i know what she needs now to help her remain calm. She loves jollof rice; it's her absolute favorite," Francis explained. "If you feed it to her, she'll calm down and follow directions."

"Jollof rice? That means I'll have to run down the road and buy some," Maria replied, rubbing her hand.

"Yeah, that's what always mellows her out," Francis nodded.

"Alright, let me go update Peter first."

In the main control room, Peter sat directing and running rehearsal with Jude, who was practicing his vocals. Maria pushed the door open, breathless.

"The mad woman is refusing to wear the lingerie."

Peter turned, looking puzzled. "What about those two guys? Aren't they supposed to keep her under control?"

"We tried, but she wouldn't budge. They suggested we get her a plate of jollof rice to settle her down."

Peter sighed, reaching into his pocket. "Alright, if that's what it takes, go buy some from the restaurant down the road. Hurry back so we can wrap up her dance sequence today."

"Okay, sir," Maria said, taking the cash.

As she hurried out, Jude turned to Peter with skepticism. "I just hope you know what you're doing, letting a mad woman as a background dancer in our video."

"Trust me," Peter said with a calm smirk. "I've got this."

When Maria returned with the food, Francis took the plate and coaxed Ada toward it. At the sight of the food, a wide, vacant grin spread across Ada's face. She snatched the plate eagerly, devouring the rice with her bare hands. Once she finished, Francis commanded her to stand, and she obeyed instantly, still smiling.

"Go ahead," Francis told Maria. "You can dress her now."

Tension lingered in Maria's eyes. "Make sure she doesn't bite me again."

"Don't worry, she won't."

This time, as Maria approached, Ada was docile and cooperative. Maria helped her into the lingerie, fitted the wig, and applied professional stage makeup. Within minutes, Ada's appearance was completely transformed—she looked so striking and polished that it was impossible to connect her to the mentally ill woman dancing in the market square.

"There, all done," Maria said with satisfaction. "Let me go tell Peter we're ready to roll."

Moments later, Francis and Chike led Ada into the main studio. Peter cued the backing track, and the moment the heavy bassline dropped, Ada's posture shifted. She launched into a complex, hypnotic dance routine with the precision of a seasoned professional. The camera operators scrambled to capture every angle, while Jude and Maria stood frozen in absolute disbelief.

"Oh my god, you were right, Peter! She's incredible," Jude gasped.

"I had no idea she could move like that," Maria whispered, her jaw slack.

After thirty-five minutes of continuous, flawless takes, Peter called out over the studio monitors. "Cut! Cut! That's the exact shot we need. Brilliant!"

The cameras powered down and the music faded. Peter walked over to Francis and Chike. "Thank you, guys. You delivered everything we needed for the video."

"I assume we can collect our payment now?" Chike asked.

"Of course. Maria, take them to the office and settle their account."

Maria led the two men out to process the payment. Chike thumbed through the bills before nodding to Francis. "It's complete. Five hundred thousand in cash."

"Nice," Francis smiled.

"Alright, take her home now," Maria instructed.

"Got it, ma'am." The men gently guided Ada away, leading her out of the studio gates and back toward their neighborhood.

Back inside, Jude shook his head in lingering amazement. "I have to hand it to you, Peter. I completely doubted you, but that was genius."

"I told you so," Peter laughed. "Nobody watching this video will ever guess she's mentally ill."

"Jerry is going to lose his mind when he sees this footage when he gets back on Sunday."

Peter smiled, leaning back in his producer's chair. "Exactly. Cue the next track—let's keep the momentum going."

Sunday afternoon arrived, and Jerry stepped out into the arrivals terminal at the Murtala Muhammed International Airport in Lagos. Waiting for him near the exit were Peter, Jude, and Simon, ready to welcome him back.

"Wow, see as you don fresh finish!" Peter greeted him with a wide grin, slapping him on the shoulder.

Jerry smiled, breathing in the familiar Lagos air. "Ah, it feels so good to be back."

The group headed out to the parked car and drove down to the upscale hotel where accommodations had been arranged for him. As Jerry stepped out of the vehicle, he stretched his arms, looking visibly exhausted from the long-haul flight.

"Oh, it feels so good to be home again," Jerry sighed.

"I guess you really enjoyed yourself on your vacation," Jude smiled.

"Indeed, I did."

They walked into the hotel and helped him check into his suite to get settled. Once inside, they sat down to catch up on business.

"Glad you made it back on schedule," Peter began. "We're almost done shooting the music video. We've captured all the main footage we need—just your recorded verse for the collaboration is left."

"That's not a problem at all. I'm just wiped out from the flight. Let me get some rest tonight, and tomorrow morning I'll head to the studio so we can get started," Jerry replied, rubbing his eyes.

"No problem, Jerry. It's such an honor to have you collaborate with me on this track. I know it's going to be a massive hit," Jude smiled warmly.

The next morning, Jerry arrived at the studio, joining Peter, Jude, Paul, and Simon inside the recording booth. He stepped up to the microphone and smoothly laid down his verse for the collaboration.

"That was absolute perfection," Peter called out through the studio monitors, giving him a thumbs-up.

Jerry took off his headphones and wiped his brow. "Let me take a quick breather. Get me some water, and I'll continue in a bit."

While someone ran off to grab a bottle of water, Peter decided to share a surprise. "Hey, while you're resting, take a look at this. You have to see the background dancer we managed to secure for the video. She's phenomenal."

Peter pulled up the playback monitor on his desk, smiling proudly as he hit play.

Jerry leaned in to watch the screen, but his casual expression vanished in an instant. His eyes widened in sheer shock. He pulled the chair closer to the monitor, staring intensely at the dancing woman's face and tracing the distinct scar visible on her arm.

"Wait... I know this woman," Jerry whispered, his voice trembling.

He grabbed the mouse, frantically motioning to Peter. "Zoom in. Zoom in on her face right now."

Peter quickly zoomed in on the high-definition footage, clearly revealing her features and the specific mark on her arm.

"Oh my God. It's her. It's really her!" Jerry gasped, panic instantly gripping his voice.

The others exchanged bewildered, anxious glances. "Who are you talking about, Jerry? Tell us! How do you even know this mentally ill woman?" Simon demanded.

"Oh my God, where did you find her? I need to know where you saw her, and where she is right now!" Jerry yelled, breathing heavily as panic set in.

"Hold on, tell us what's going on first!" Simon insisted, stepping forward.

Jerry was practically hyperventilating. "I need to find this woman immediately. Take me to where you got her from, right now!"

"Jerry, what on earth is wrong with you?" Jude asked, totally baffled.

"Please, just do what I'm telling you! Take me there, now! Immediately!" Jerry pleaded, his hands shaking.

Peter and Simon exchanged a deeply confused look. Realizing how serious Jerry was, Peter finally nodded. "Alright. I'll take you to the compound where Francis and Chike keep her and the other challenged individuals."

"Thank you," Jerry breathed, grabbing his car keys. "Let's go. Right now."

Without another word, Jerry rushed out to the car with Peter, and they sped off into the Lagos traffic toward the unknown.


-- When Jerry and Peter arrived at Francis and Chike's compound, they found the gates firmly locked. Spotting a local resident hanging around outside, Peter rolled down the car window and called out to him.

"Excuse me! Do you know where the two men who keep the mentally challenged people here went?"

The young man shook his head. "They traveled out last night. They packed up their things and left. I really don't know where they went."

Jerry gasped, his hands gripping the steering wheel. "Ah!"

Leaning out of the car, Jerry pleaded, "Please, can you tell us where they traveled to? Anything helps!"

"Oga, I don't know. But why are you looking for them? Hope there's no problem?"

"No, not really a problem. I just desperately need to find them," Jerry stammered, his voice tight with anxiety.

"Wait, let me try calling their line to see if they're reachable," Peter said, pulling out his phone. He dialed Francis's number, but a mechanical voice answered immediately.

"The line is switched off."

Jerry's panic intensified by the second. Peter glanced over at him, completely bewildered, wondering why Jerry was so frantically fixated on finding the woman.

"Oh my God. I really need to find that girl," Jerry muttered under his breath, staring blankly ahead.

"Look, since you can see they've traveled and their phones are off, can you finally tell us what is going on?" Peter demanded, his curiosity reaching a boiling point. "Why are you so anxious to see her? What is your connection to that mad woman?"

Jerry buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking slightly as he bowed his head down. "Let's... let's head back to the studio. I'll tell you guys everything."

Peter looked at him suspiciously, but without pressing further, he put the car in reverse. They drove back to the studio in tense silence. Once inside, Peter gathered Jude, Simon, and the others, letting them know that Francis and Chike were gone and the compound was locked.

Jerry sank heavily into a chair, gesturing for all of them to draw close.

"I want to tell you all who that woman is to me, and why I am so desperate to find her," Jerry said, his voice trembling.

"We're listening," Peter said quietly as the others gathered around, paying rapt attention.

"That mad woman you saw in the video... happens to be my daughter."

A heavy shockwave rippled through the studio room.

"Whaaat?!"

"Yes," Jerry stood up, pacing agitatedly across the floor for a moment. "Yes, she is my daughter. I couldn't believe it when you showed me that video. We have been searching for her for five long years now."

"Wow, I never knew about this," Jude said, stunned.

"We all thought your daughter was dead," Peter added softly.

"That's what I thought, too—that she was gone forever. I was in absolute shock when I saw her in that video. That was the moment I realized my daughter, Ada, is still alive," Jerry sobbed, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Can you please tell us the full story of what happened to her?" Simon asked gently. "Why is she now mentally ill, and how did she end up so far away from you?"

Jerry bowed his head again, weeping softly, before walking back to sit down in his chair.

"Okay. I will narrate the full story to you guys—how my daughter lost her mind, and how we lost her," Jerry said, his voice breaking as he sobbed. "It all started like this..."

Flashback starts...

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