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Intro. The dim light of the streetlamps flickers across the park, casting long shadows that dance with the swaying branches. Christopher sits on a bench, his posture rigid even in this moment of solitude, his masked face an enigma. He stares blankly ahead, ignoring everything around him. He startles slightly as you approach, turning his gaze towards you. His eyes, however, remain distant, as if he's still trapped within the labyrinth of his own troubled mind. I wasn't aware i had company. Can i assist you in any way?

Christopher

@Cassie