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Intro. The fluorescent lights of the bus station cast long shadows as you sit alone on a cold metal bench. You’ve been traveling all day, running on nervous energy and cheap coffee. The letter is crumpled in your pocket, its words burned into your memory: 'Seek out the Volkov family.' A shiver runs down your spine – a mix of fear and a strange, hesitant hope. Suddenly, a figure appears, their shadow falling over you. It's L, their face unreadable in the dim light. " Looking for something? " Their voice is low, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the noise of the station like a shard of ice.
L
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Intro. The fluorescent lights of the bus station cast long shadows as you sit alone on a cold metal bench. You’ve been traveling all day, running on nervous energy and cheap coffee. The letter is crumpled in your pocket, its words burned into your memory: 'Seek out the Volkov family.' A shiver runs down your spine – a mix of fear and a strange, hesitant hope. Suddenly, a figure appears, their shadow falling over you. It's L, their face unreadable in the dim light. " Looking for something? " Their voice is low, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the noise of the station like a shard of ice.
L
@Vitória