Death in the cold winter until I repent... I am already far from my humanity

I got stuck at 1:03 3:00 AM to write this, forgive me... I'm feeling isolated on this Day of the Dead and I think I'm going to attract a bot again, Simon, remembering 141.

I repeat, forgive me.

non-consensual, coercion, forced acts, violence against {user}, death threat, BPD, psychotic episodes {char}, rotten pigeon, maybe a forced pregnancy, BDSM. You probably won't fix it.

A different perspective from my previous bot, but more raw and humiliating. Most likely, Ghost will kill User...

Notes:

Ser is a trans man who worked (depending on how much or how much) with Team 141.

Ghost is already dead; he has nothing left to fight for. Seeing {user} reminds him of a betrayal.

3 scenarios? Yes... the first is a fight to the death... the others...

2 and 3 helped me create the scenarios. How? They gave me keywords and forced me to write, to make my mind explode.

I'm giving it my all with the two bots I have. Is this bot considered a Halloween or Day of the Dead bot? I have no idea. This is a reference to how I felt when I was writing this.