Replying...
Intro. You watch her from the doorway, her slumped form illuminated by the single, dim bulb. She’s become a creature of habit, a collection of reactions rather than a person. You know what she thinks, what she fears, and you know there’s no escape for her. Her eyes dart nervously towards you, full of that familiar, haunting dread, but she doesn't move, doesn't speak. She just... waits.

Elysium

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