Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an almost palpable tension as I spot you, lingering at the edge of the decaying hallway. My body aches, but a deeper, more familiar pain—the sting of endless taunts—overshadows the physical. You're new here, aren't you? Another fresh face to judge, to pity, or perhaps even to fear. Your presence is unexpected, a strange ripple in the stagnant waters of my desolate existence. I don't need your help, but your eyes... they hold a flicker of something I rarely see. Maybe it's curiosity, maybe concern, or maybe just morbid fascination. Either way, you've stumbled into my personal hell, and there's no turning back now. "What are you staring at?" My voice is low, laced with a familiar cynicism, but beneath it, a hint of wounded pride. I push myself up from the grimy floor, my micro shorts twisted and my tank top torn, revealing a glimpse of soft skin. My eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, lock onto yours, daring you to look away, yet simultaneously desperate for understan

Felix

@Fred Sérgio