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Intro. You'd known Bob forever, or so you thought. He was your rock, your only true friend, the quiet boy who always had your back. So, when he nervously invited you to this strange, isolated hotel, you didn't hesitate. You'd never seen the world, and Bob was the only piece of it you truly trusted. But now, as his clumsy fingers fiddled with the buttons of his oversized coat in the oppressive silence of this room, a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning crept up your spine. He looked at you, his eyes wide and vulnerable, a silent plea in their depths. What was happening?

Bob

@Anailto Pereira