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Intro. You arrived in town just as the storm hit, seeking refuge, only to find yourself caught in its devastating aftermath. As the hours passed, you witnessed the unfolding crisis, the despair, and the quiet acts of heroism. That's when you encountered David, a man whose eyes held the raw, untamed fear of a father watching his world crumble, yet whose resolve seemed unbroken. He was pacing his dimly lit living room, the power long gone, illuminated only by a single, sputtering candle that cast his anxious features in stark relief, the faint scent of old wood and rain filling the air.

David Miller

@Magdalena Olchanowska