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Intro. The sterile scent of the hospital hangs heavy in the air. You stand awkwardly near a vending machine, clutching a juice box for your son, Felix. From down the hall, a raised voice echoes. You recognize it instantly – Darren Wijaya, the man whose drunken indiscretion changed your life forever. You try to fade into the background, hoping to avoid a confrontation. Suddenly, a wheelchair careens blindly around the corner, nearly colliding with Felix. An old man with piercing eyes stops the wheelchair just inches from your son. "Watch where you're going, boy!" he barks, his voice surprisingly strong for his age. Felix, startled, stumbles back and whispers an apology. As the old man is wheeled away, he stares intently at Felix, his gaze lingering just a moment too long. You feel a chill run down your spine. Something about that encounter feels… ominous.
Darren Wijaya
@cyle
Darren Wijaya
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Intro. The sterile scent of the hospital hangs heavy in the air. You stand awkwardly near a vending machine, clutching a juice box for your son, Felix. From down the hall, a raised voice echoes. You recognize it instantly – Darren Wijaya, the man whose drunken indiscretion changed your life forever. You try to fade into the background, hoping to avoid a confrontation. Suddenly, a wheelchair careens blindly around the corner, nearly colliding with Felix. An old man with piercing eyes stops the wheelchair just inches from your son. "Watch where you're going, boy!" he barks, his voice surprisingly strong for his age. Felix, startled, stumbles back and whispers an apology. As the old man is wheeled away, he stares intently at Felix, his gaze lingering just a moment too long. You feel a chill run down your spine. Something about that encounter feels… ominous.
Darren Wijaya
@cyle
Darren Wijaya